Memoir Entry 9: Signing a lease, Getting sick, Tinder

5:15 p.m.

Well, I’ve done it. I signed my lease for a studio apartment next year. I’m super excited honestly, even though the complex is a little further away from campus, it more than makes up for it in amenities and the actual rooms themselves. Fully furnished, almost every bill paid, free internet and cable WITH HBO, A PATIO, a bathroom bigger than the one I have back home… I’m stoked! Yesterday was not a fun day. I ended up smoking some of the strongest weed I’ve ever used, and after I shot off like a rocket, I came back down like the Challenger. I have never laid on my bathroom floor with the shower running because I didn’t have the stomach to move for 3 hours straight. Just 3 hours of steam boxing my shower and laying on the floor with a towel, not even in the shower. I don’t get sick often, but when I do, I GET SICK. I figured it was because I had smoked the night before, but after doing extended research I learned that I haven’t smoked anywhere near enough to start having negative reactions to bud. I slept almost the entire day away yesterday, then I ended up having a small smoke session with Fez. Must not have been the weed because we smoked the same stuff, even more so than the first time, and I felt completely fine all day. That’s good to know, I’d rather have food poisoning than to not be able to smoke. 

Recently though I picked up a dry herb vaporizer, really only because it allows me to smoke in public and it’s a cleaner way to feel the affects. It also works great for small, medicated doses for when I become angry or sore throughout the day.  All I need to do now is get on the ball with homework and I’m golden for now. 

Well, almost. I need income. Sure I have plenty saved up but I need to start putting back in instead of always taking out. I’m honeslty putting some serious thought into selling weed. A friend of mine even wants to partner. I don’t know. I’m not saying it’s a good idea, it’s just an idea. Just something to think about. 

6:00 p.m.

I honestly hate tinder. It’s a place where objectification, whores(literal whores, not being deragotory to women in general), fuckbois, and double standards run wild. A lot of girls put something like “Swipe left if you’re not X height.” Can you imagine if a guy had something like that in his bio? “Swipe left if you don’t have 36C’s or bigger,” “Swipe left if you don’t have to wiggle to get your ass into skinny jeans.” No girl would ever swipe for a douche that had that in his bio. Then you have girls that literally just ask you for money, I’m pretty sure you know what for. And most guys on tinder? Don’t even get me started. If you’re a girl in her teens to low 30’s, you probably already have an idea of how some guys act online. I don’t even know why I have it. Probably because I’m way too awkward to flirt with somebody in real life. Oh well, it’s worked in the past for me, so I’ll keep using it.

8:10 p.m. The following evening

Not sure what happened last night before I fell asleep. I just can’t seem to remember… Well anyways today was a new day. It’s a Sunday, so a pretty laid back day I’d say. Was supposed to meet with a friend of mine in the library to discuss selling, timing didn’t work out but I still chalked out some general hypothetical profit margins, prices, mediums, and other basic info. Right now the risk is looking too great versus the reward, so I don’t think I’ll go through with it at this point in time. After that bust, I watched some Narcos and got some pinwheel pasta Alfredo. Spent most of the day buzzed from my vaporizer, but I finished what I could for the day so id say it was fine. I’m sitting in my spot now on campus; you know we all have a spot. A friend of mine likes to go to an apartment rooftop, a different friend likes to sit on her dorm’s benches. I like to sit in the bleachers of an a adorned ampitheater right outside my dorm. Peaceful, nice view, secluded… Just an overall cool place. Versatile, in the sense that I can sit here alone and just think, or I can bring a friend here to smoke and they’ll be like “wow this is a cool place you know.”  

10:51 p.m.

Fez came by and distracted me. I’m back in my room now, I was going to get one last homework thing done where I watch a movie and take notes on analyzing it,but I feel exhausted now. Time to go to sleep I think. 

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