damn, I was the "peice of ass". :(

Blister in the sun. Good song, right? But confuses the hell outta me. "stained my sheets and didn't even know why"? "big hands, i know you're the one"? But greenday is much more bad ass. So tell me, fellow delusional membranes, how are you feeling currently? Do you want a truthful answer from a truth-serum induced straight-A student? All is welcome. But if you're even barely skimming over this, you most defiantly need to leave a comment. Even if it's the most hateful set of words you've ever used, bitch me the fuck out! But other than that. I'll just write plainly as it is. Well, last night I had one of my first band practices with my members, and turns out their intentions were to have me just be the "pretty girl who stays in the"-fucking!- "back". They want me to play simple-ass power chords and stay out of the way. I guess the guys said that they only wanted me in the band so they wouldn't look "gay". Selfish ingrades! Well, I quit. Now I'm with my best friend Derek, and Arica. But I still play the shitty part. :( But it's alright. At least I'm not with a bunch of wannabe skaters who do nothing but stare at my ass the entire time while I go get them "some drinks". Anyway, It's a better place, plus I'm learning many things I probably wouldn't otherwise. Have any stories? Put them right down there. Shit I just noticed that on a keyboard you can have every arrow but "down". see:< ^ >. How unconvient.

new. profound. mondays.

Good morning, well, for me at least. My parents are freaking amazing as of yesterday night. I was sitting there, playing some GNR licks on my guitar, and they just abruptly say, "We're going to Oklahoma to gamble, see ya later!" And I am not kidding about this. Then they come home at 4am, stumble upstairs, and just pass out like it was another night at the bar. Now, they've left me at the house for the whole day. Now it wouldn't be as much of a deal as it is if they haden't, and for the last two months, welded me to their hips since the begining of summer. And I mean, that includes me coming along to every single errand they could think of. Hell yeah! So now, they are gone, and I have a blunt...humm, kinda hard thinking about that one...So as You'd guess, that's why I'm sitting here documenting worthless rantings. Fun, eh? Well, I'll end up editing this later today with some more anyways, so I'll bid you goodday. Wow, gayness. All in all, I'll update later. Bye. :)

distortion distortion mind control

Super profendo on the early eve of your day! Yup, that would be a quote from some dead hippie biker. So, the "Forth of July Aftermath" wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, since we just stuck to the "blow off your hand to an oblivion" fireworks. Not any of that "oooh watch the preety and joyous sparkels!" the shit that leaves such an unreasonable amount of debris in your front lawn. And I was such a pot head last night, I missed the damn roman candle fight for chronic and swisher sweets. So how was your 4th of July people of the internet? Anyone lose any limbs yet? Damn, I swear there is not one country who has more dangerous holidays than America. "Holy shit, it's Christmas, we'll ruin the night-life expirence of all people by displaying an atrouious amount of lighting to small neighborhoods.". "New Years! We'll drink our asses off to the point of achohol poisening!". And of course, our lovely Independence Day; "lets give children an oppritunity to set our houses on fire whilst enduring the risk of blowing their fucking limbss off!" Ick, can't wait til I'm outta here. Oh yes, back to me ditching the roman candle fight for my chronja. I DID get ripped off last night(fourty dollars gone for not even a damn quarter!), but all is forgivable, I was wanting to get blazed, so i did. All is at peace. Well, I was smokin with some very hott ladies, and they cliam to be "stoners" and they smoke all of the freaking time. Good for you, like you can even define that shit. Well, bad deal or not, we got some pretty feirce stuff. Obviously they've been smoking the cheese-wiz of pot because they were smiley-faced and had eyes as red as the devils dick within a couple of moments. It was fun watching their big boobs(I mean succulent AND perky too) bounce up and down as they made gestures to eachother, but they were some fucking annoying indivduals. All they talked about was how much fun it is to suck dick and talk shit. To I got up and left. Went behined their house. Blazed blazed up with my cousin Tims. We'd just talk real to eachother, and watched fireworks explode in the sky. If you've never seen fireworks whist being particually stoned, it's nost definatly something to put on your pot-head bucked list. Anyway, I'll update later, but for now, it would be totally killer if you left a comment saying that you actually wasted your time to read this. Thanks. :)

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waking life is unreal

Oh my Satan! I'm understanding the true meaning of life!...but wait, no. uhm...lost it. Wow, that was even too stoner cliche for me. Just got back from roasting marshmellows. Best sticky delectable ever freaking created, along in the raking of oreos on the cookie standard. Since I'm talking to myself anyways (being yet another failed viral blogger attempt) I'll just inform you about my failed blogger. The reason I named my blog "hazey minded" is because, obviously, I shall only write in this when i am completely stoned, just as I am right now. So no changing anything, I mean anything that i put on here, even whan I'm sober with better judgement to do so. And I will only be writing about what exactly is on my mind and type exactly what it is, nomatter how embarassing. If you are anti-pot, or have never smoked weed, get out of here and check out the next blog with the most-likely forgin language plastered all over it. This is not for haters, but for the ones who are possibly just bored out of their fucking minds and want something to amuse them somewhat. Its a guilty pleasure of all privlaged humans. And most of us are slaves to it. Mann, weed makes showers much more colorful...I just got out of there, my hair is really wavey from being wet. I think curley hair is sexy, I think all of those chicks out there need to be okay with what they are naturally, and not just crush their hair with irons to look "hot". Same with guys, they straighten their hair, but they are lazey about it and end up missing an entire chuck of it in the back. It's not "sexy", it's trashy. I know I'm not the only one seeing this. have you ever seem that Charlie the Unicorn series on youtube? If you haven't you are definatly going to be confused, stupified, parinoid, and addicted all in a matter of muinuites when you do. It's deliciously evil in so many ways. intruging in a disturbing manner. Haha, well, Ima play some boston on my Fender strat. (love that thing!) I'll later update when blazed.

congressions to absurd imatant

Forever your mind is in a constant state of departure whilst always arriving. Your life indeed is a garden of all hopes and pleasures. But will you ever obtain them? Think of your existance as it has been, it shapes who your are in the contstant state of being.
damn so stoned.