Airports
I’m about to start a boycott of airports. I’m so utterly fed up with the hoops they force you to jump through that the archaic form of trains and even buses have become more attractive options to me.
First, the airlines operate in a way that allows them to delay a flight if they don’t have enough heads on board to produce a profit. I think that’s bullsh*t. If I pay to fly at a particular time I should be provided that service. I am buying the time slot along with the ticket, not just any time slot that the airline can throw me in to.
The prices in airports infuriate me. I’m not even going to go into detail, but paying four dollars for candy not worth more than $1.29 at your local pharmacy drives me insane. It’s like living in an undeveloped, corrupt economy run by a dictator. Who is the king of the airport who charges such ludicrous rent to vendors that they sell their wares for three times the price? He should be overthrown.
Security remains the least troublesome aspect of airplane travel. I am never stopped for further examination, all my bags always pass through seamlessly, and it’s never a hassle. It’s every other little thing associated with airports that drive me to the brink of changing my itinerary.
Growing
The Dream
I’ve become obsessed with the idea of growing my own marijuana. Just imagine smoking something you grew from seed. It would be so empowering to have proven yourself capable of producing that which you love so much.
The bitch of it is that it is expensive as f*ck to get a setup that will actually produce anything without being too much of a hassle for anyone with a full time schedule. But it’s a dream. Something I will put on my bucket list.
For now, cruising those grow journals on http://www.rollitup.com are enough to satiate me. The details of the grows and the experience some of those guys have is absolutely incredible.
The Unappreciated
The truth is, there are people in this world, and they happen to be the majority, who go about their lives every day performing the menial tasks that society requires with little or no recognition of their work. This is for the janitors, the grocery baggers, the taxi drivers, and whoever makes your coffee in the morning. This is for the unsung heroes of the world.
All the comforts we take for granted in this world are enough to make anyone with a conscience blush. There is a sense of determination that goes unnoticed that must be required to withstand not only that which you must do every day, but the fact that no one seems to notice.
Happiness is achieved through feeling successful, and people garner individual success much through others praise. It is through the eyes of others that we see ourselves, and because of this it is a sad, sad truth that so many people walk about each day feeling forsaken and unnoticed.
Smile at someone who you think doesn’t know how much you value the work they do. Even if you don’t know them, give them a smile of reassurance.
420
Just felt the need to update viewers that we are, in fact, a mere 10 views away from having 420 all-time reads. This is monumental, a shining moment that will come and go all too quickly; luckily this blackberry kush can stop time.
I can’t get this song out of my head between Big Sean’s flow and the amazing chorus:
Funds
We’ve all experienced that scramble to assemble any and all funds for a mellow afternoon. There’s a sense of desperation as you check your savings account, look in books for bills used as bookmarks, and generally wreak havoc on your life trying to find the necessary fiscal backing.
Now I’m not endorsing pawning off everything you own in the search for the holy grail, but it would also be ignorant to say that everything lying around the house is being used, fulfilling it’s individual function. The truth is, we all have stashes of unwanted things around the house that we no longer use, no longer need, and which simply sit and collect dust.
Well BlueRectangle will help you organize your life, while reimbursing you (to some degree) for the things you deem no longer essential. You can sell literally anything, from a gift card to your car, all on http://www.bluerectangle.com. They have competitive pricing, and are one of the leaders in their field, due to their courteous, quick, and organized manner of handling business.
Although they themselves do not purchase the items, BlueTriangle will link you to a range of affiliates which are all reputable. Something that I had in great excess was DVD’s and video games. BlueRectangle linked me to a site on which I was able to sell all my unwanted electronics, and in turn I was reimbursed a considerable sum of money.
Now I’m not encouraging you to sell everything you own, for life is about balance and chasing any one thing, in this case marijuana, is unhealthy and will set your life off tilt. But if you do have things lying around, you might just want to see what they’re worth. Below find a link to the site that I used to sell my extra DVD’s and video games. Although somewhat ‘sketchy’ at first glance, due to it’s simple layout, the staff is very prompt in answering any and all questions, shipping is fast, and everything is convenient. Plus, as they state on their site, “By taking a stand and sellling your surplus items you are giving them another life!”
The Joint
There is something time honored and sacred about the joint. Whether it’s because it was our parents choice method of smoking weed back at Woodstock, or the way it can be disguised as a cigarette, the joint undoubtably stands as one of the most common forms of ingesting THC.
The bong is for the heavy hitters, those days when you look outside and see no potential and instead turn to a day indoors, accompanied by a heavy-milking bong. But the joint is versatile. You can roll it up and take it just about anywhere just sitting in your pocket. The easy transport coupled with it’s historic imprint on smoking culture make it the method of choice for many.
The individuality of the joint also makes it an attractive option. No joint is the same, and for this reason arguments will arise over who gets to roll the specimen. There are those who will make their filters small and tight, opening to a large cone at the top. Others prefer a more symmetrical, conical shape and will roll a filter appropriately sized. There is so much choice that goes into the matter: king size papers, tulips, cross joints, L’s, blunts, the list goes on. People roll up for the same reasons they visit Starbucks every morning: an ordinary, everyday activity becomes a blunt tool for dissecting your inner self as you determine what you want from such a great array of options.
The versatility of rolling up turns smoking into a meaningful, soul-searching experience. I know I got pretty adventurous with my thinking, but I think it’s applicable if thought about the right way.
Blueberry Kush
Blueberry Kush, That Hit It and Look At It
Haha, so I see my parnter here decided to get started without me. It’s cool, it’s cool, I’ll catch him in a few. But if he is gonna be the Ganja Man, then I must be The Rasta Monsta. Now lets stop all the bullshit, and talk about the one woman we all love, Mary Jane. Now this bad ass bitch in particular, also likes to go by another name, Blueberry Kush. Yep, the prime rare shit, that even makes your dealer happy. This man stepping to you with a smile on his face saying, “I gotz that Blueberry Kush.” Now I’ve only been with this particular girl once but that one time made me fall in love. I smoked her on top of a New York City Skyscraper, as the sun was rising. Some real smooth shit. And man is this bitch loud at hell when she hits. I mean, damn. That hit it and look at it shit.
Can I Do This?
Sometimes the thought comes to mind, “Can I do this?” Typically it’s in a pivotal moment, one of life and death even. One of the greatest qualities of marijuana is that it causes you to stop and think, countless times, “Can I do this?”
Let me give you an example. Last night, I’m out on the street doing my thing, and a crew of guys was busy repaving the street. Now, in trying to cross the road back to the side of the street on which my apartment sits, my eyes caught the hot steam rising off the wet tar, along with the crew, rough looking men who probably drank with off duty cops every night. I immediately panicked and began to ask myself if I was capable of making it across the street. Not only was the earth seemingly melting, but there were men all up and down along the street who were undoubtably good friends with at least a few policemen.
The most insane and unreasonable thoughts come to mind when you’re high, but we must admit, that’s why we love it. In a world where we take so much at face value and don’t stop enough to enjoy things, having your mind working at a pace just quick enough to take in all that is around you, and in a manner that allows yourself to question your surroundings, is not so much an inconvenience as a beautiful thing. Weed seemingly gifts you the time it takes to stop, contemplate, and reflect. And for that I am thankful.
#ifiwerehighrightnow…
Think about it…
This song fills a niche. That’s quite an accomplishment.
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I heard this song when I was probably ten years old. No part of me new what marijuana was, or to be honest any of what Ludacris was saying. However, the beat coupled with the violin had me enraptured and it remains one of my favorite songs today.
Blueberry Yum Yum: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_7xrrP7ZC8
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