DevotchkaNicki
09-30-2005, 12:06 AM
Yo estoy Niiiickkkyyy. Having been registered for months but never bothered posting, I think it's high time (roflburgers, I made a punny) to introduce myself. I like unwholesome heavy metal disapproved by the Christian coalition. I love Pink Floyd, Kyuss, movies, reading, and cleaning the lint trap.
Being 14 and only a freshman this year having been suspended from school the first three weeks for posession, I've only been smoking the magic herb for seven or eight months. Sucuumbed myself to the PEER PRESSURE!1!!!1 of eighth grade junior high by all the stoners. I comingled with it sparingly, and even by 420, I wasn't out ditching school with them. The public junior high I attended had its small, but surely mosaic premature bud-smoking elite, our territory urinated on and demarcated by our own private security cameras at school positioned above our heads at lunch, crammed between each other and cautiously slipping poorly wrapped up sacks underneath the table, to slink off to the bathroom and examine; packs of Zigzags and glass pipes, and the weekly carton of Marlboro Reds to distribute that everyone chipped in on. We were running our own student store within our cafeteria as sundry as the colorful boundaries in atlases. The hippy, the scavengers, the true beyond redemption junkies who had done it all by the age of fifteen, the socialite, me being the virtuous girl who was slowly corrupted and turned into a fullout raging pothead (maybe a stoner?), and of course, the kid whoâ??s garage/bedroom we would gather to toast out at. Too wasted to sit around the skate park and brag about kicking so-and-soâ??s ass like every stupid 14 year old stuck in the Las Vegas suburbs with nothing to do, my company and I set ourselves somewhat apart.
It was this exciting territory that I had entered for only a month -- mind numbingly conversations abouit fuck all, red eyes and resin, losting the concept of time, Cheech &Chong movie night, making out on friend's couches, ignorant to their annoyance, argueing over what to listen to, playing foosball whilst stoning out to cheetahs chasing down gazelles ont eh Discovery channel because we were just too damn baked to get up.
Iâ??ve had more than enough difficult times with Mary Jane, being a very addictive person, but I plan to stay with her. Iâ??ve delved into my psyche about her, and every time I come out thinking I am far too introspective than I should be. Regardless, my loyalty to her still remains.
In all seriousness guys, I'm just some janky ass teenager who likes to ensure that her daftness is lost in flowery words when not spewing out melodrama and lame narratives out of every pore in her body about absolutely nothing important or valid. Story of my life right here. Thesauras is my best friend.
I'm attractive, I promise.
Welcome me, plz.
Being 14 and only a freshman this year having been suspended from school the first three weeks for posession, I've only been smoking the magic herb for seven or eight months. Sucuumbed myself to the PEER PRESSURE!1!!!1 of eighth grade junior high by all the stoners. I comingled with it sparingly, and even by 420, I wasn't out ditching school with them. The public junior high I attended had its small, but surely mosaic premature bud-smoking elite, our territory urinated on and demarcated by our own private security cameras at school positioned above our heads at lunch, crammed between each other and cautiously slipping poorly wrapped up sacks underneath the table, to slink off to the bathroom and examine; packs of Zigzags and glass pipes, and the weekly carton of Marlboro Reds to distribute that everyone chipped in on. We were running our own student store within our cafeteria as sundry as the colorful boundaries in atlases. The hippy, the scavengers, the true beyond redemption junkies who had done it all by the age of fifteen, the socialite, me being the virtuous girl who was slowly corrupted and turned into a fullout raging pothead (maybe a stoner?), and of course, the kid whoâ??s garage/bedroom we would gather to toast out at. Too wasted to sit around the skate park and brag about kicking so-and-soâ??s ass like every stupid 14 year old stuck in the Las Vegas suburbs with nothing to do, my company and I set ourselves somewhat apart.
It was this exciting territory that I had entered for only a month -- mind numbingly conversations abouit fuck all, red eyes and resin, losting the concept of time, Cheech &Chong movie night, making out on friend's couches, ignorant to their annoyance, argueing over what to listen to, playing foosball whilst stoning out to cheetahs chasing down gazelles ont eh Discovery channel because we were just too damn baked to get up.
Iâ??ve had more than enough difficult times with Mary Jane, being a very addictive person, but I plan to stay with her. Iâ??ve delved into my psyche about her, and every time I come out thinking I am far too introspective than I should be. Regardless, my loyalty to her still remains.
In all seriousness guys, I'm just some janky ass teenager who likes to ensure that her daftness is lost in flowery words when not spewing out melodrama and lame narratives out of every pore in her body about absolutely nothing important or valid. Story of my life right here. Thesauras is my best friend.
I'm attractive, I promise.
Welcome me, plz.