JessicaRigby

Topanga and I are sitting in my “smoking palace” hitting some dank shit out of a dry bong.  She takes a massive rip and proceeds to cough her lungs out and of course it reaks like shit.  So I run out and Fabreeze the hell out of everything and when I come back into the “palace” she’s sitting in my chair all toked out and peaceful looking.  I asked her if she was good or what and she said:

JR-”Dude are you good?”
T- “Yeah… I’m just really into this “movie” (indicates to bong) man.”
JR- “Well… I’m glad you appreciate cinema as much as I do!”

Hahaha then when I went to blog this she told me she was baked out and said, “I’m so into this movie.  I’m so into it I’m staring in it!” I love my funny friends! 

It’s the perfect lazy Sunday.  I’m sitting next to the open window in my comfy chair smoking a bong and watching a History Channel show on Pirates.  Argh!  I slept late and had ice cream for breakfast just because I can.  I have homework to do, but I can start late tonight.  Haha I feel like a total college kid loser… which is what I am really.  I’m a bum.  But right now the storm outside sounds so amazing and the drizzle of rain down the drainpipes is fun!  I could sit here forever and watch TV and listen to the storm and hang out with some MJ for a while because hey… life is just that great right now!

This is a section from a piece I wrote my Freshman year of college after a particularly eventful weekend in which a ton of drama and judgement took place.  Enjoy!

It’s no secret that I party a little bit more hardcore than others. The things I’m into aren’t as prevelant here in this part of Kansas, either. And that’s fine and I accept it. I even try to respect it. However, what I don’t get is the way people act because of it. I’m going to steal a line from the older brother of a dear friend of mine: “Why do your values have to dictate my values?” I would say that I’m pretty cool about the whole situation. I keep to myself and I don’t impose it upon anyone. I don’t pressure anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. However, when I meet someone that is on the same page as me, I do get excited. I think you’d have to be part of that culture to understand, but when you meet folks who do the same things you do, it gives you a sort of immediate bond. This is especially true in a town like this. I’m not out of control, or even close to it. In fact, by the standards of anyone who knows what they’re talking about, I’m about as far from being out of control as it gets. But instead of just accepting that my actions and the things I do to have fun put me into a different culture and category then everyone else, people here get offended and become righteous. Because my actions are against their values, it’s assumed that what I am doing is wrong. What people forget to consider is that my values may not be the same as yours. Neither of us is wrong. We just both happen to be right. You see, the whole point of morality is that what is right for you is what’s right for you, and if it’s wrong for me then it’s wrong for me. People seem to forget this entirely too often. The point is to respect the individuality of each person, and allow them to have different choices than you. In fact, in my experience, the people that share different sets of right and wrong are the ones you can learn the most from. Life is about diversity. If we were all the same and if we all shared the same set of values, think about how boring life would be! If I have the decency to awknowledge that my actions make people uncomfortable and thus refrain from them or limit them in those people’s presence, isn’t it justified that I should expect the same decency and respect back? I believe it is. I think it is extremely childish and unfair that I should be seen as anything less because of what I choose to do. As long as I do not hurt anyone or violate anybody’s wishes for their home, I don’t see how I’m in the wrong.

Originally Posted In: BeautifulDisaster

Written: 12/09/06