thedorkiest

Christ, I smoke too much damn weed.
Yet I am doing extremely well in life right now. I'm halfway through the recovery of the surgery, and I'm halfway off the long battle of getting off all my narcotics. I'm also back in College, doing pretty well in that, and I've managed to become the Student Council Represenative for the college's writing club (actually a lot easier to get than it sounds) and I am *hopefully* getting a job to be a tutor for the English Department. They really need someone, and a) I love helping people B) I love writing and C) I am a good teacher (or so my friends say).
All of that accomplished with smoking pretty much every day. I smoke usually in the morning, when my back wakes me up and I am not feeling my best, and then again in the evening. It definitely makes me feel better (which is why I am going to lobby to make marijuana legal for medical purposes) and it has all the other wonderful effects my fellow stoners know about.
Yet, it fucks with your memory. And too much smoking can make you feel all apathetic and shit, and I hate getting that way.

So.. I'm really just writing this out for myself. Just seeing how I feel about something that is a part of my life.

Hmm. I just think about shit way too much.