Smells Like Teen Spirit

The irony of this is that most of us WILL conform to society, with that being said I'm going to "Flip out with my tits out this Summer!"

This is what I love, and can't stop lovin'.

Get wasted at parties, from 9 till 7 in the morning.

I live for the music, rollin' blunts, feelin' high, gettin' loaded

- or take some pills and go to La La Land.

Spendin' all my money on kush and extreme high price tickets.

But in the end, it's all worth it.

I like to live in my own world. Fuck regular life! Fuck a '9-to-5' job!

I'm told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute.

Thats what I do at fridays and saturdays. Why should I take life so seriously?

I just want to do, what I like to do! Be far from reality, 'cause I can't stand society!

It's my own world, I just wan't to hear the music.

I think the whole system fucking sucks.

Everybody's working their fucking ass up during the week,

Getting totally fucking stressed out - So what's wrong, and what's right?

I live for the weekend, I live for hardstyles, I live for hardstyle baby!

-Showtek

(Been obsessed with kaleidoscope slides on Youtube lately, it's an amazing trip.)

Panic Frantics

Never have I EVER would of imagined being able to retain my sanity after a week such as one that just passed. I managed to survive the lost of my grandmother in addition to all the work that was due before these last crucial weeks of finals. Her passing was so sudden that it didn't hit me until I entered the emergency room. There it was, my grandmother's lifeless body. I immediately walk pass everyone and took the seat closest to my grandmother. A huge lump in my esophagus emerges and I quickly burst into tears. Regaining my focus, I discover my entire family sitting around the room. It was the most awkward experience in the universe to have a broken family congregated under one roof, let alone a room. We then make arrangements for the funeral and is ordered to stay in Lake Elsinore for the weekend. I was expecting it to be a snore fest since the region is surrounded by mountains but to my surprise the stay was truly better than I saw it out to be. I was able to have a family sessh and can proudly say I was 90% stoned for the three day function. Smoking all that ganja was the perfect timing, with the perfect people and at the perfect place. I am pleased to say that now my family is on speaking terms (for the most part), true it does stink that it took my grandmothers death for everyone to get along but at least there's some kind of established tranquility between my family.

(It's tradition in Cambodian funerals for the men in the family to become monks, the process involves shaving the head and eyebrows, pretty freaky huh?)

Hot Boxin it! :]

Time Bomb

There are a million and one things I need to complete, but all I want to do is smoke with a friend. My assignments have accumulated to two presentations, two papers, multiple online quizzes, video lectures, poster work for my job and a sociological critique based on the movieTitanic, and to add this is just for the week -___- . It's not that I don't revel in my work load, it's just that there isn't enough time to fully absorb it. I don't take for granted the opportunity of having a free education but at the same time I feel I deserve to unwind since I contribute 80% of my time to my work and studies. Summer's just around the corner and I can't wait to reunite with my friends in L. A again. Although I love living in Long Beach, it's been quite dull after my best friend/ room mate moved out. I miss our ganja sessions and the stories about all the unstable people she'd meet on the blue line on the way back from school. Hopefully she'll move back for the fall semester and continue to religiously join me in watching Pineapple Express every night like we used to. But no worries, a positive thing that came from this is the fact that I am able to focus on my work. As much as I do enjoy company, I equally enjoy my solitude as well. So I guess having no friends in Long Beach isn't a bad thing after all, at least I have my cousins, aunt, my books and music from going insane. Removing myself from the social scene has made me really appreciate my friends. I'm very egg-cited to say that this summer I'll only be enrolling myself in three courses at LBCC which gives me the weekend to"GET F*CKED UP!!!" In addition I am uber thrilled for our road trip to Vegas to see Cocksparrer perform. It'll be the first time we will be out of state altogether for this punk rock adventure. All I know is, Sin City isn't prepared for our wild hotel vomit parties! I'm impatiently waiting for this new scenery, new faces, and an overall fantastic time.

One of the best summers of my life was two years ago when the majority of what we did consisted of hanging out on 25th street. My favorite memory was when we were huddled around my friend Mike's living room and under the sheets watching our other friend Falken lose it over a snuff film called Flowers of Flesh and Blood, this graphic movie entailed a young asian women getting kidnapped and hacked into pieces. It was comical due to the fact that Falken believed it was real and due to the fact that no one revealed the truth about the film til the end of the movie. His face was priceless! He just sat there in awe at the fact that we were able to tolerate this film. It's like geez thanks for thinking your own friends are immoral human beings, FALKEN! haha. I have a feeling this summer is going to be just as great (;

"You need to sit your little sexy ass down and watch your self get killed now!"

You know that I'm no good.

There are moments when I wish I was heartbroken, so that I can cry myself to sleep to these tunes.

Happy Hoe-lidays Everyone (;

Shut the fuck up, you're beautiful.

Ambrosia, you're growing oh so healthy (;

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I take interest in telling my grandparents the smell is coming from my neighbors house, through my window.

2010

has been good to me...