4/20celebration

not really, school is too consuming for pot...for me, plus i hate being high.

time gets so much faster as you get older. this is trite, i know. But damn. I can feel it about to make that jump from the semi-quick pace of college to that ultra-swift pace of real life.
I have memories from childhood, they all seem reggae paced. All the memories seem so much longer than ones i have of things that happened a couple of years ago. Like simple moments from childhood are equally represented to things like going to a particular concert or something like that. My pace now is like a decently paced beatles song....but in the future its sounds like....a rolling metal song.
I wonder if this changes once your 50 or 60, to an annoying drum roll/techno song....or if you just stop caring, and forget about them, after a lifetime of realizing how unimportant they are in many ways, except to you.
I dedicate a lot of time thinking about stupid shit like this. I think way too much about how I exist, and how delicate life is and how weird it is. I stare at things I've seen a thousand times, and think about what the fuck it really is. Or like, how people say things you hear all the time, but even so, there is still meaning there, that is almost too cliche to acknowlege as real.
Is this getting too American Beauty? or shitty? fuck it.
Idunno, I dont know if i could live 3 or 4 more 20 year periods with all these questions....i will develop new distractions.
Prolly heroin or something, but a distraction nonetheless.

I saw Artie, an old half-way-friend, whom most of you know. He is married with a child, but still going to school. I told him how, after school, I will either puss out and try to get a job at a television station/company in texas or move to LA, for a couple+ years. I dont think ive really told anyone that outright before. I think about it a lot. It would be the hardest thing ive done so far in life.
i long to entertain you.