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Window Seat
Posted 5 days ago
I’m talking to a glass blower and they are making me a few of these sliders. This has me very excited. And when I say excited, I mean very, very excited. This is my childhood in glass form and I’m loving it. Pokebowls. Yes, pokebowls.
I’m going to Chicago for a week with my Church and the anticipation of smoking out of these will be killing me, guaranteed. In spirit of my new pokebowls, I’m going to beat pokemon yellow while I’m up there for a week. I’d love to smoke some while I’m in Chicago but… it is with a church group. But it’s whatever, I love helping people through mission trips. I’ll probably end up writing a bunch when I return. To those who actually read this stuff, I apologize for my mumbo jumbo lately. I tend to rant when I’m feeling really good.
I’m shutting up now, I promise.
Posted 6 days ago
It doesn’t hurt to dream.
If (and when) I move out of these retarded “student housing” apartments and get one where I have a bit more freedom, I plan on having a very kickass stoner set up.
I have this vision where it will be four or five big bean-bag chairs in a circle around a very low wooden table. And on this table there will be a sheet of linen draped over something. People will walk in and be all “Is that what I think it is?” and then I’ll lift up the linen. Then bam. The Millennium Falcon is revealed. And then we get blazed.
But that’s not even the half of it. This room will be equipped with the 35 year old record player, the 550 watt sound system, dozens of scented candles, the mini-fridge for quick beverage retrieval, cookie jars full of marijuana, yards upon yards of hemp bee line, and possibly a ceiling fan with glow sticks attached to the ends.
It’s an idea in the works. I’ve got a while before I can implement it anyway.
Posted 6 days ago
Life kicks ass.
I don’t even know where I want to start. Everything has been coming together so well. College, the job, money, friends, parties, running. Hell, I’m even talking to a glass blower who’s making me something special (which I am absolutely stoked about).
Ever since that weekend at Brown County stuff really hasn’t bugged me at all. I look around and we all have it so well. And we’re all capable of so much, the only thing holding us back is ourselves. I want to believe that there’s nothing we can’t do if we want it bad enough. Just never stop.
And it’s in this that I realize I really don’t need anyone to make me happy. At the end of the day it’s up to me and my mentality. I have a thousand reasons to be shitty at the world but I’m resisting it. Optimism.
To continue this mental vomit, my mother’s helping me make a styrofoam case for my bong. It’s weird. But a good weird. And awesome. I don’t know a single parent in this town that would do this with their kid.
And today at work I went down to IUPUI with a mission. Every year they send a guy down from the warehouse (me, since I’m the new guy) to pick up leftover boxes from convention. And scattered throughout this convention center are mini fridges full of glass cokes, diet cokes, and sprites. The mission was to see how many glass sodas you can come back with. How did I do? Only steal the biggest amount. The total count was 30+ sprites, 26 diet cokes, and 9 coca-colas. It felt so crazy. I was getting paid (and encouraged by my employer) to steal from a convention center. And the funniest part? I don’t drink soda.
And I was baked all day. Minor detail.
Posted 1 week ago
My roommate for college is a stoner. No really, his last name is Stoner.
How fucking awesome is that? I mean, he might hate marijuana with a passion… but what if… just what if he shares the same infinite fascination as I do?
GAH, this is exciting. It’s also really, really, reallyyyyy funny. I mean, what are the odds? Seriously… like one in a million? How is it that I, a kid who has a passion for this plant, gets stuck with a guy with that last name?
Maybe it’s a sign. No, it has to be a sign.
Fingers crossed ladies and gentlemen, fingers crossed.
Posted 1 week ago
This weekend was exactly what I needed. Brown County was perfect, especially with friends you consider your brothers, enough weed to last the apocalypse, and miles of nature at your fingertips.
Just… what a way to bring this summer to a close. It definitely gave me the means to step back and realize how good I have it. My worries are so pointless. Not to mention how beautiful everything is there. The views were breathtaking.
Living kicks ass. That’s really all it comes down to. I’m ready for college now more than ever. Let’s see what life has in store for me.
Posted 1 week ago
This picture haunts me.
Oh yea.
Acne fucked me in the ass hard. It penetrated the skin pores of my face for 5 terrible, miserable years. And just a few months ago, I went to the doctor and said “Hey, fucker. I’ve been on every acne medication from sea to shining sea. You wanna give me something that works this time? It’s not like this is my 6th visit or anything for ACNE.”
Maybe I was a little more subtle. But whatever he gave me works. And just like my car going through a long needed car wash, you can see the bumps/dents/scars of all the torture it’s been put through.
Thanks acne. Thanks.
Posted 2 weeks ago
Today at the warehouse the guys and I went to a chicago style pizza joint… there were deep pan pizzas. So, after weeks of build up by them, I got to taste one.
I only ate a slice and a half. It was pretty good but I’ll never have it again. I poked the pizza with my fork and grease/oil spewed over. It was so disgusting. But it tasted so good.
But never again.
Posted 2 weeks ago
(If marijuana was legal…) a marijuana convention in America would be like the superbowl.
How incredibly awesome would it be to have a stoner convention in Cali. Just every year there’s a huge convention center full of anything and everything related to marijuana. They’d have booths of marijuana grow methods, strain exploration, bongcraft, marijuana edibles, music, movies, art, books (because some stoners read. Yes, I was shocked too).
That might not be a lot but I guarantee you there will be more munchy food booths than any other. Food means so much to a stoner; it’s like we worship it or something.
People would come from every corner of the country to attend. And before anyone says “Oh, there’s the cannabis cup in Amsterdam.” I want to say stop. Think for a second. In Amsterdam, marijuana is legal. Now, with that in mind, how many people do we know that smoke weed in America? I have more pride in my stonerism than any Amsterdanian and I know quite a few people like me.
I would attend the marijuana convention like it was my duty to the plant. It would be a pilgrimage made by thousands every year. To put this into perspective, last year more than 15,000 people attended a convention for World of Warcraft. Yes, World of Warcraft the computer game that devours your social life.
I think marijuana smokers can triple that number. There are over 309 million US citizens. On second thought, I think we could fill a fucking city. A marijuana convention in America would be like the superbowl.
That’s really my point in writing this.
Sorry to whoever has read this far. You might be the first person to read through a whole rant by me. You know what? I have something I want to say to you. So, I take it you like pot? Ehh? Yes? YUS! We love pot. That makes me and you a friend. Let’s get high together.
Because I’m high right now and you aren’t. Or are you? Eh? You high, reader? You high as a kite? You so high you can kiss the sky? Are you so high that you are the stars? No? Higher?? A black hole??! Fuck me. What are you smoking and where can I get it.
Posted 2 weeks ago
Every time I have to spell beautiful I think of Bruce Almighty and how he goes “B-e-a-uuuuutiful.”
Posted 2 weeks ago
This was a few weeks ago. We were sitting around a hookah contemplating what it’d be like to fight without arms… so… yup.
My name's Ryan. I really don't expect anyone to look at this. I write a lot and some of it ends up here. I throw a few pictures and songs in to keep it interesting. 
