I Have A Notebook Of All My High Thoughts

I write down all my thoughts and ideas while high in this cute little journal with pictures of food with smiley faces. The journal even came with a ziplock bag bound into it, perfect to store my stash. It's like they designed it with female stoners in mind (which I might ad, exist in larger numbers than you might think). I titled it, "Illegal Thoughts: Musings while on illegal drugs."

Thoughts include:

"The differences between Mac and PC are so arbitrary. Loyalty to the product is entirely based on marketing and the cultural connotations of being Mac or PC. All the prejudice and brand loyalty is totally artificial."

"Why is bubble gum traditionally pink? Is it because red dye is cheaper? Is it b/c the tongue is pink and it looks like a tongue? Why? And what the **** is with bubble gum flavor? Is it based on anything? Nothing else tastes like bubble gum and the flavor of bubble gum is just... bubble gum. Where did it come from? Like, what the ****."
^I would actually really appreciate it if someone answered those questions for me.^

"I'm thinking about the last time I went to Disney World and how creepy the Small World ride was. *Children of random ethnicities smiling and swaying to creepy music.*"

"I wish I could translate into writing how this song makes me feel. We had a conversation about how trees are sentient and emotional and social. That's why you feel an eerie surroundedness when you're in the woods."

"I wish someone who's an expert in studying handwriting could read this and tell me something about me."

"I've always thought that instead of impairing my thoughts, weed just unleashes a flood of thoughts. G2G, madlibs. Ape Toilet. Meth lizard."

[Drawing of an ice cream cone]

"We need a Second Reformation. We need some Christian figure to come out and criticize out-dated and corrupt beliefs in Christianity. And then in the future, what I know as the Reformation will be the First Reformation, kinda like how WWI was called they Great War before there was a WW2."
^Forgive me, I'm a history major^

"We are all Sandcastles. Let me explain. Sand in a sandbox has no meaning until the kid in the sandbox assigns it meaning in the form of a moat or a tower or whatever. We are just mass with assigned meaning. It's kind of depressing to be reminded that you're just sand."



cari7 cari7
18-21, F
1 Response Jul 31, 2010

It's a world of laughter, a world of tears<br />
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears<br />
There's so much that we share that its time we're aware<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small, small world<br />
There is just one moon and one golden sun<br />
And a smile means friendship for everyone<br />
Though the mountains divide and the oceans are wide<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small world after all<br />
It's a small, small world<br />
<br />
Okay. Now I'm creeped out too.