High times.

So I didn't go to the Smoke-Out in the city but to another type of smoke-out. EH EH GET MY DRIFT? Hmmm, it's funny the things you think about. Also, I have the coolest sleeping schedule ever. 4 to 4, 5 to 5, 6 to 6. I don't see the light of day. I got my first A on a journalism paper on Friday! I wish we'd write about something I actually care about because I am bullshit queen when it comes to everything else. What am I doing with my life? Living it up I guess because it's a lota fun but I feel incomplete. I don't know if I always was or this is a new feeling. I'm just trying to live life to the fullest and I wonder if I actually am. I want to know that this isn't something I'm going to think about later and over-analyze like I always do.

I have decided to lock you away in a safe of memories and put you in a corner of my mind I never visit. That's all I can possibly do to solve my head from reeling. I hope this constitutes for dealing.