rottonmeatloaf
Counting downnn
I'm moving in August, to the land of beauty. Of magic. Of captivation.
Humboldt County, thanks for accepting my application.
I can't wait to explore you.
I'm sure I will be able to stand on a surf board soon, not just ride the waves on my knees.
I'm sure I will enjoy backpacking and camping in your awesome crevices.
I just wish I wasn't going alone.
I've never not lived at home, I've never had less than 2 or 3 people around me, sharing my space, just being there.
It's going to be so weird, I hope my pup wants to come
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The contents of this post will become available after the final migration. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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4-20 is supposed to be one day, not 2 years.
I am young.
I will admit I am dumb. (As the saying and idea of being young goes)
I am not smoking as much as I used to.
It's been a week since I cut back.
I say that with great, great pride.
It's been over two years since I've gone more than a day, hence, the pride.
Habitual users - my DUI class tells me - don't see a reason not to.
No negative aspects on their life, the drug has.
I can do 3 hours worth of Minutes for the city council meetings baked out of my mind.
Every agenda I've made for the city has been typed moments after my vaporizer has been turned off.
I can talk to attorneys, Public Works directors, city managers, half lit, half conscious, 0 % sober.
So why quit?
Well, good question.
I miss writing.
I can't be creative.
I can't play my drums for more than an hour.
I convinced myself that everything I do is easier when I'm up there.
hiiiiggghhh as shit.
I just want to see if I can convince myself into other things.
Psychology studies, Sociology major.
Changing a behavior is all about testing yourself, YOUR OWN SELF, to the fullest.
So can I? Can I change myself?
Well, that's a good question.
I will admit I am dumb. (As the saying and idea of being young goes)
I am not smoking as much as I used to.
It's been a week since I cut back.
I say that with great, great pride.
It's been over two years since I've gone more than a day, hence, the pride.
Habitual users - my DUI class tells me - don't see a reason not to.
No negative aspects on their life, the drug has.
I can do 3 hours worth of Minutes for the city council meetings baked out of my mind.
Every agenda I've made for the city has been typed moments after my vaporizer has been turned off.
I can talk to attorneys, Public Works directors, city managers, half lit, half conscious, 0 % sober.
So why quit?
Well, good question.
I miss writing.
I can't be creative.
I can't play my drums for more than an hour.
I convinced myself that everything I do is easier when I'm up there.
hiiiiggghhh as shit.
I just want to see if I can convince myself into other things.
Psychology studies, Sociology major.
Changing a behavior is all about testing yourself, YOUR OWN SELF, to the fullest.
So can I? Can I change myself?
Well, that's a good question.
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Septemberrr is cold
Backpacking was a success.
Daniel Jones, my boyfriend, went on a day hike by himself on the 3rd day of our trip, and didn't come back for around 8 hours.
I was alone, all alone, 5 miles deep into the Trinity Alps Wilderness.
We hiked off of an unpaved road that stretched about 10 miles into the forest.
It was one of the scariest, serene, almost peaceful feelings I've ever had. Being that alone in a place so desolate.
He ended up getting so lost he hiked back to the freeway and then ran the original road and trail we started on all the way back to where I was.
He didn't get back until after nightfall, and ran into two bear cubs, with a noise that sounded like their mom right behind him.
And he said when he was the most dead lost out of the whole adventure, he heard a man that sounded like he was coughing, or clearing his throat.
I bet it was another bear, or maybe even a mountain lion!
Daniel Jones, my boyfriend, went on a day hike by himself on the 3rd day of our trip, and didn't come back for around 8 hours.
I was alone, all alone, 5 miles deep into the Trinity Alps Wilderness.
We hiked off of an unpaved road that stretched about 10 miles into the forest.
It was one of the scariest, serene, almost peaceful feelings I've ever had. Being that alone in a place so desolate.
He ended up getting so lost he hiked back to the freeway and then ran the original road and trail we started on all the way back to where I was.
He didn't get back until after nightfall, and ran into two bear cubs, with a noise that sounded like their mom right behind him.
And he said when he was the most dead lost out of the whole adventure, he heard a man that sounded like he was coughing, or clearing his throat.
I bet it was another bear, or maybe even a mountain lion!
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August 25th
I'm going backpacking on friday morning at 4 am.
An 8 mile hike into Fox Creek Lake
A warning in the trail guide book says WATCH OUT, black bears are active here.
I have 1.5 eighths of shrooms.
I'm excited !
An 8 mile hike into Fox Creek Lake
A warning in the trail guide book says WATCH OUT, black bears are active here.
I have 1.5 eighths of shrooms.
I'm excited !
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August 19th
My philosophy class has taught me so much
In just one day of lecture...
"Pornography, in my opinion, isn't pornography unless theres insertion...
I'm talking about a finger, or a....other things."
In just one day of lecture...
"Pornography, in my opinion, isn't pornography unless theres insertion...
I'm talking about a finger, or a....other things."
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Wheres Waldo?
I actually just thought this was funny
The only person I know in this picture is catherine, my blonde best friend, and the guy behind her.
The only person I know in this picture is catherine, my blonde best friend, and the guy behind her.
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It's so much colder up there
Northern California
I am your humble servant
I will plant my feet in the ground
like your enormous roots
and I will reach my fingers into the sky
and branch out my dreams
I can't get it out of my head; the way a song is carried through your heart
(when I played harmonica on a trail through the Big Lagoons forest)
((when I thought I heard a mountain lion behind every foot print of mine))
It sounded like the way I want my first daughter to laugh - with an echo that doesn't sound hollow
I am your humble servant
I will plant my feet in the ground
like your enormous roots
and I will reach my fingers into the sky
and branch out my dreams
I can't get it out of my head; the way a song is carried through your heart
(when I played harmonica on a trail through the Big Lagoons forest)
((when I thought I heard a mountain lion behind every foot print of mine))
It sounded like the way I want my first daughter to laugh - with an echo that doesn't sound hollow
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August 18th
I miss writing.
My first major was Journalism.
Now it seems to be Sociology with a minor in Political Science and then grad school for Public Admin.
I'm going to write more.
Read "The Little prince."
My first major was Journalism.
Now it seems to be Sociology with a minor in Political Science and then grad school for Public Admin.
I'm going to write more.
Read "The Little prince."
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Real Name:Melanie
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