So I haven't posted on here forever. Forgive me, non-existent readers. Nor will I any time soon. I just wanted to log on to blog-whore and say LISA'S HOME, so let the next year and a half of ditziness.....(not to be confused with my most awesome dizziness.....guess the difference yet? Dizziness contains champagne. Hell yeah.)BEGIN!!!!
Lata.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Create, relax, destroy
I've noticed there's a definite rhythm to how things get along. I remember some famous person once said "The way to become timelessly famous is to do something good and die young." Ok, they didn't actually say that. But it was to that point anyhow. I mean, look at it. There's those musicians who all died at 27, (Hendrix, Morrison and Joplin for starters, as well as Kurt Cobain, Brian Jones,and other non-27yr-old people )and then look at the movie stars (Monroe and Dean, Jean Harlow, Sharon Tate, Judy Tyler, River Phoenix,Heath Ledger) the writers and artists (Van Gogh,Georg Heym,John Keats, etc etc) and all those other people who were famous and died young. But somehow, you see the really intense artists dying young. The ones who let so much heap up on them they just died. So I've come up with a defense plan.
Create
Relax
Destroy.
Pretty self explanatory, really.
Oh, and in the meantime you'll have to excuse me for being a bad blogger and not saying anything for a week. We went to where golf was apparently invented (did you know the first golf clubs generally broke at the first putt?), and spent a lovely week in the wet, cold, rain, and small fish 'n chip shop eras.
On the other hand, I met my dear cousin. He's.....interesting. You know how you find those really intense, melancholic, trippy people who have a hard time relaxing and you're all interested, but then you realize that however deep they might think they are, they're still in the same fix as everyone else (or you) and they also can't lighten up, and then you get all bored with them and sum them up as a psychonautic college student at too young an age? Exactly. And plus, he's a bit romantic and reads too much philosophy. It can't be healthy. But on top of that, he's a cool guy,and I think he'll get somewhere. Also he knew what Psilocybe semilanceata was, which gives him a good many points.
But other then all that, it's been a good time here, and I hope I'll get to come back some day. I mean, for now I know I want to go to art school, and travel with a few good friends, including going backpacking across Asia with Mer my love, but after that, I'm utterly lost. I was thinking about maybe interior decorating---I mean, my holy grail of 'structured' jobs would be a tattooing artist, but god, you have to be good. A few people have suggested going into fashion. Now, that sounds good and all, but you have to be
A) attractive
B) I'm guessing skinny as well
C) very competitive
D) totally into it
E) ready to do anything to have it
F) a good fashion sense, obviously
G) edge as well as a super good idea of fashion in general
not to mention
H) Lots of money.
So I just don't know about fashion, ya know? If anyone who knows me reads this, they know my uniform is jeans, a t shirt, a headband, a jumper and a scarf. Yeah. That's what I wear. Also I hate heels.
Anyhow, I'm gonna start my first 'real' AKA structured art course next month. I'm probably gonna hate it and moan and groan, just like I did over french, not get down what I'm supposed to, almost flunk, etc, but get a overall understanding of my subject, just like the aforementioned french. But it should be pretty cool. I mean, an example of a test was writing an essay about an art concept on a four-sided-cube. Who even does that?
So I'm gonna start on my portfolio. Groan. That means extra homework, which merits another good groan just for itself. I already have a reading list a page long, which I'll post on here eventually, but now I'm having to add a whole new 'art and art history' section to it. This means some serious coffee, people. This means lots of working at night and sitting on the floor at 3 AM in the middle of a huge stack of books, scribbling notes furiously. This means coercing MerMer to model for me, and grinning at people while I ignore them, reading art books at lunch breaks. This is a HASSLE, pure and simple, but I'm gonna do it, and no amount of angry Grants and broken pencils are going to stop me.
Of course me Mum wants me to go into journalism, but seriously, going on from writing essays of pure bullshit to writing bullshit so refined it flops on the floor like a puddle of mud after graduation just makes me go a little mad. I don't think I could sit down at a desk every day and clack away about how Mr. Man, who is very kind (in real life he's a pedo), donated 200 dollars to a local pound. It just makes me really, really annoyed already. Which is not a good sign. On the other hand, I think I could do wedding planning or interior decoration quite nicely. I think I could go to work and sit around and show my customers confusing samples of linen napkins "Eggshell or cream, darling?" allllll day long. Or perhaps put on a pair of overalls and paint a room, or apply gold leaf to cabinet handles. Yes, I think that would work quite nicely. Also, there's not that much structure to it. I just can't handle structure that well.
Ok I don't know what got me started on that, but whatever it was, I'm dropping it now. It's time for me to go and take a nice hot shower and have a nice cup of hot cocoa. Ahhhh.
Anyhow, so when you feel like you're about to collapse and die from being overworked, do what I [don't] do. Get out your pens and papers, ladies and gentlemen.
Create, Relax, Destroy.
(Thanks for listening!)
Create
Relax
Destroy.
Pretty self explanatory, really.
Oh, and in the meantime you'll have to excuse me for being a bad blogger and not saying anything for a week. We went to where golf was apparently invented (did you know the first golf clubs generally broke at the first putt?), and spent a lovely week in the wet, cold, rain, and small fish 'n chip shop eras.
On the other hand, I met my dear cousin. He's.....interesting. You know how you find those really intense, melancholic, trippy people who have a hard time relaxing and you're all interested, but then you realize that however deep they might think they are, they're still in the same fix as everyone else (or you) and they also can't lighten up, and then you get all bored with them and sum them up as a psychonautic college student at too young an age? Exactly. And plus, he's a bit romantic and reads too much philosophy. It can't be healthy. But on top of that, he's a cool guy,and I think he'll get somewhere. Also he knew what Psilocybe semilanceata was, which gives him a good many points.
But other then all that, it's been a good time here, and I hope I'll get to come back some day. I mean, for now I know I want to go to art school, and travel with a few good friends, including going backpacking across Asia with Mer my love, but after that, I'm utterly lost. I was thinking about maybe interior decorating---I mean, my holy grail of 'structured' jobs would be a tattooing artist, but god, you have to be good. A few people have suggested going into fashion. Now, that sounds good and all, but you have to be
A) attractive
B) I'm guessing skinny as well
C) very competitive
D) totally into it
E) ready to do anything to have it
F) a good fashion sense, obviously
G) edge as well as a super good idea of fashion in general
not to mention
H) Lots of money.
So I just don't know about fashion, ya know? If anyone who knows me reads this, they know my uniform is jeans, a t shirt, a headband, a jumper and a scarf. Yeah. That's what I wear. Also I hate heels.
Anyhow, I'm gonna start my first 'real' AKA structured art course next month. I'm probably gonna hate it and moan and groan, just like I did over french, not get down what I'm supposed to, almost flunk, etc, but get a overall understanding of my subject, just like the aforementioned french. But it should be pretty cool. I mean, an example of a test was writing an essay about an art concept on a four-sided-cube. Who even does that?
So I'm gonna start on my portfolio. Groan. That means extra homework, which merits another good groan just for itself. I already have a reading list a page long, which I'll post on here eventually, but now I'm having to add a whole new 'art and art history' section to it. This means some serious coffee, people. This means lots of working at night and sitting on the floor at 3 AM in the middle of a huge stack of books, scribbling notes furiously. This means coercing MerMer to model for me, and grinning at people while I ignore them, reading art books at lunch breaks. This is a HASSLE, pure and simple, but I'm gonna do it, and no amount of angry Grants and broken pencils are going to stop me.
Of course me Mum wants me to go into journalism, but seriously, going on from writing essays of pure bullshit to writing bullshit so refined it flops on the floor like a puddle of mud after graduation just makes me go a little mad. I don't think I could sit down at a desk every day and clack away about how Mr. Man, who is very kind (in real life he's a pedo), donated 200 dollars to a local pound. It just makes me really, really annoyed already. Which is not a good sign. On the other hand, I think I could do wedding planning or interior decoration quite nicely. I think I could go to work and sit around and show my customers confusing samples of linen napkins "Eggshell or cream, darling?" allllll day long. Or perhaps put on a pair of overalls and paint a room, or apply gold leaf to cabinet handles. Yes, I think that would work quite nicely. Also, there's not that much structure to it. I just can't handle structure that well.
Ok I don't know what got me started on that, but whatever it was, I'm dropping it now. It's time for me to go and take a nice hot shower and have a nice cup of hot cocoa. Ahhhh.
Anyhow, so when you feel like you're about to collapse and die from being overworked, do what I [don't] do. Get out your pens and papers, ladies and gentlemen.
Create, Relax, Destroy.
(Thanks for listening!)
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Relatives
So here I am, in a house full of people who are, unfortunetely for me, family. Which means I have to be nice to them. There are people from the states, people from Scotland, people from Thailand, and people from Norway. So I've been kicked out of the former luxury of my room into a very small and claustrophobic van. However, this van is a very nice van, so I'm fine. Hurrah.
Anyhow tomorrow we all have go in nice clothes to a super special birthday dinner, and be social and talk to dying people which are also family. However, there is going to be a bar. Which unfortunately knows we are underage. So weep for me, my blessed readers, and I'll update on the morrow.
Anyhow tomorrow we all have go in nice clothes to a super special birthday dinner, and be social and talk to dying people which are also family. However, there is going to be a bar. Which unfortunately knows we are underage. So weep for me, my blessed readers, and I'll update on the morrow.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
A single scary poem
This is my blog and I WILL post whatever I want, including my own scary poems. Here it is. Screams appreciated.
Bedtime
There’s a big black pit
At the bottom of the sea
And the Kraken that inhabits it
Is kind to a degree
And the fish that swim from side to side
Like some underwater tree
Befriend the humble hermit crab
And chat with the banshee
And they invite all of the neighbors round for tea.
There’s a cold cold night
When the moon is high and full
And the werewolves in their hunting spree
Always dress quite warm in wool.
And the bats sit round and half-complain
That the air is far too cool
And the ghosts and fair white women
Have mint taffy to pull
And the minotaur’s wife warns the children of the bull.
There’s a ancient house
Where the half-people inside
Have a fondness for human blood
But they like it brown and fried
On a piece of new white market bread
From their victims that have died
And the coffins in a neat clean row
Is where the children like to hide
From their parents who must always keep their pride.
There’s a dark damp earth
Underneath your feet
Where shrimp and briny mackerel
Is what the goblins like to eat
But it’s hard to find a single fish
Or a single grain of wheat
Any cave the goblins live
Or up on goblin-street
So they steal it from your freezer while you sleep.
There’s a cold black closet
And far beyond the coats
Is a skeleton who’s mother makes
The best muffins from oats
But they leave them on the window-sill
Because they have no throats
And the farmer has a lovely meal
As he goes to feed his goats
And he disregards the mealy boney notes.
There’s a warm square bed
And the child neath the sheets
Has eyes the size of china-cups
Who haven’t ate their beets
And the ghosts and monsters round the bed
All sit still in their seats
And the banshee and the vampires
Pass down a tray of sweets
And he falls to sleep while the bats the others greet.
Bedtime
There’s a big black pit
At the bottom of the sea
And the Kraken that inhabits it
Is kind to a degree
And the fish that swim from side to side
Like some underwater tree
Befriend the humble hermit crab
And chat with the banshee
And they invite all of the neighbors round for tea.
There’s a cold cold night
When the moon is high and full
And the werewolves in their hunting spree
Always dress quite warm in wool.
And the bats sit round and half-complain
That the air is far too cool
And the ghosts and fair white women
Have mint taffy to pull
And the minotaur’s wife warns the children of the bull.
There’s a ancient house
Where the half-people inside
Have a fondness for human blood
But they like it brown and fried
On a piece of new white market bread
From their victims that have died
And the coffins in a neat clean row
Is where the children like to hide
From their parents who must always keep their pride.
There’s a dark damp earth
Underneath your feet
Where shrimp and briny mackerel
Is what the goblins like to eat
But it’s hard to find a single fish
Or a single grain of wheat
Any cave the goblins live
Or up on goblin-street
So they steal it from your freezer while you sleep.
There’s a cold black closet
And far beyond the coats
Is a skeleton who’s mother makes
The best muffins from oats
But they leave them on the window-sill
Because they have no throats
And the farmer has a lovely meal
As he goes to feed his goats
And he disregards the mealy boney notes.
There’s a warm square bed
And the child neath the sheets
Has eyes the size of china-cups
Who haven’t ate their beets
And the ghosts and monsters round the bed
All sit still in their seats
And the banshee and the vampires
Pass down a tray of sweets
And he falls to sleep while the bats the others greet.
Monday, August 3, 2009
10 things to do this month
I know, I know, everyone writes these. But that's probably because they're really really reeaaaally fun :D. So here's num. 1:
#1 Eat nothing but things that make you smile for one whole day
No beets, no turnips, no tofu!! Hurrah!
#2 Go for a very long walk in the hills.
Or more specifically, the green green grassy hills.
#3 Watch a horror movie.
Not that I don't like horror movies, I just never can find the time and place to watch one. Gulp. :P
#4 Dedicate an entire blog post to Lisa.
That should be easy :D
#4 Continued
And then send the link to Lisa.
Giggle.
#5 Wear a pair of bright red shoes.
Yes!!! Awesome.
#6 Record yourself singing something and then listen to it, presumably with your hands over your ears.
Unless you're really really good, which I am most definitely NOT.
#7 Watch a old movie with Vincent Price and eat a copious amount of chocolate.
Ok, ok, I'm being easy here, but it's just so much fun.
#8 Wink at a random person on the street, preferably someone nerdy, old, or just ugly.
Yes, a change for you divas of light and perfection. I'm telling you, you've read it, now you've GOT to do it.
#9 Read a hilarious book and laugh all the way through it.
I recommend the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella. Yes, it's chicklit, but it's hilarious and well-written chicklit. If you know me, sometimes you just NEED to read something light and present.
and for last...
#10 Give a random stranger a hug. Yes, just do it. Watch them struggle, it's hilarious.(Unfortunetely I've already done this one, teehee, so it's all up to you [presumed] readers.)
Well that's all for now. Good luck!!
#1 Eat nothing but things that make you smile for one whole day
No beets, no turnips, no tofu!! Hurrah!
#2 Go for a very long walk in the hills.
Or more specifically, the green green grassy hills.
#3 Watch a horror movie.
Not that I don't like horror movies, I just never can find the time and place to watch one. Gulp. :P
#4 Dedicate an entire blog post to Lisa.
That should be easy :D
#4 Continued
And then send the link to Lisa.
Giggle.
#5 Wear a pair of bright red shoes.
Yes!!! Awesome.
#6 Record yourself singing something and then listen to it, presumably with your hands over your ears.
Unless you're really really good, which I am most definitely NOT.
#7 Watch a old movie with Vincent Price and eat a copious amount of chocolate.
Ok, ok, I'm being easy here, but it's just so much fun.
#8 Wink at a random person on the street, preferably someone nerdy, old, or just ugly.
Yes, a change for you divas of light and perfection. I'm telling you, you've read it, now you've GOT to do it.
#9 Read a hilarious book and laugh all the way through it.
I recommend the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella. Yes, it's chicklit, but it's hilarious and well-written chicklit. If you know me, sometimes you just NEED to read something light and present.
and for last...
#10 Give a random stranger a hug. Yes, just do it. Watch them struggle, it's hilarious.(Unfortunetely I've already done this one, teehee, so it's all up to you [presumed] readers.)
Well that's all for now. Good luck!!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Ya know.../The most fabulous women in history
I think I'm obsessive compulsive or something. I won't write a thing on here, and then quite suddenly, while staring at purple hair dye shades and brands, I'll remember I have a blog and this would look really really cool on it. I'm not a technical wizard....nothing I write is extremely interesting, but it's all me :D. And posting pictures related to me really scares me. Think about it. It's kinda creepy posting your pictures all over the place. You wouldn't dump a basket full of self-portraits off a skyscraper, would you? Well then.
Anyhow, this isn't about THAT. It's about THIS, namely the most beautiful women in(or not) existence. Well, them when they were fabulous, anyhow.
Jane Seymour.
Edie Sedgwick.
Betty Davis.
Veronica Lake, Louise Brooks, Clara Bell and Marilyn Monroe.
Audrey Hepburn.
Coco Chanel.
And that's about all I can think of at this moment. Yes, most of these people are dead. Yes, Edie was a addict, Clara Bell was in silent movies, Jane played a horny mum in Wedding Crashers, and Marilyn probably was the source of the term 'dumb blonde', but you have to admit, these are some of the most beautiful women that ever lived. Yeah, I know, I'm old fashioned. Live with it.
Alright, men's one if I can bring myself to it in a few days. Any suggestions for the world's most unique and hottest men? Preferably ones that are somewhat obscure, old enough to have worn a fedora the proper way, dead, talented, or charming? Or any add-ons for the most fabulous women in history?
Thanks in advance for the input (and goodnight). Cheers.
Anyhow, this isn't about THAT. It's about THIS, namely the most beautiful women in(or not) existence. Well, them when they were fabulous, anyhow.
Jane Seymour.
Edie Sedgwick.
Betty Davis.
Veronica Lake, Louise Brooks, Clara Bell and Marilyn Monroe.
Audrey Hepburn.
Coco Chanel.
And that's about all I can think of at this moment. Yes, most of these people are dead. Yes, Edie was a addict, Clara Bell was in silent movies, Jane played a horny mum in Wedding Crashers, and Marilyn probably was the source of the term 'dumb blonde', but you have to admit, these are some of the most beautiful women that ever lived. Yeah, I know, I'm old fashioned. Live with it.
Alright, men's one if I can bring myself to it in a few days. Any suggestions for the world's most unique and hottest men? Preferably ones that are somewhat obscure, old enough to have worn a fedora the proper way, dead, talented, or charming? Or any add-ons for the most fabulous women in history?
Thanks in advance for the input (and goodnight). Cheers.
Look, people who (hopefully) read my blog:
Please post. I feel darn uncomfortable writing all this shit down if no one ever says anything. If you liked what I wrote, hated it, have absolutely nothing to say, disagree, agree, have loads to say, want something from me, are a good looking male and want my email, recognize the sites I rip off of, have bad grammar, have good grammar, like lime green, like purple, feel for me, don't feel for me, don't like my blog, love my blog, think I'm on the run from the cops, for my life, from the law, think I'm secretly Jim Morrison, James Dean, your best friend, your worst enemy, the ghost(s) of christmas past, christmas present, or christmas to come, the easter bunny or your second wife, please WRITE A COMMENT, dammit!
Thanks :D. Make me happy.
Thanks :D. Make me happy.
Psychadelic rules (hints for tripping)
I found these on everything2. If you're an experienced tripper/hippie/hater/etc etc, (or a really cool cop) please don't send me hate mail. I'm just doing my job posting, geesh! And plus these are really funny.
tripping out is not something one should take lightly. if one is to take lsd, eat shrooms, etc., then it is important they understand and abide by some essential rules. i encourage everyone to node their own rules here.
my rules:
if someone/something upsets you, get the hell away.
don't ever trip on a whim; plan it out first.
don't trip alone unless you're positive you can handle it.
always remain calm. it will all be over soon. you're not going crazy.
don't try to fight the effects. drugs are stronger than you, and they will kick you right in the teeth if you upset them.
never, ever, ever eat spaghetti.
from the lycaeum's lsd archives:
Cars can hurt you.
You cannot fly.
It's never a good time to die.
taking your clothes off will draw attention.
Keep mouth shut at all times in public.
Although you may see things that are not there, you'll still be able to see real things. In other words, cars that are present in the street will not become invisible.
don't forget how to burp
only carry a house-key, some loose change, and your address in your shoe
nobody can tell you are tripping till you tell them "I'm tripping".
no matter how fucked you think you are, you'll eventually come down.
(By wish23)
A little more illegally based larfs:
I had the rules described to me thusly:
Rule Zero: Cars are real.
Rule One: Cars can hurt you.
Rule Two: Giant toasters the size of cars are cars. See rule one.
(By brainwave)
And one more, a serious one this time (aka something worth remembering):
revscat23 and EE briefly mentioned this in their writeups, but I thought I should expand on it slightly.
A trip is strongly influenced by the subconscious. A happy state of mind usually equates to a good trip. If you're sad you're likely to have a bad trip. In the more extreme case of self-loathing you'd be almost guaranteed to have a horrific trip. It's for this reason that I'd advise for people who suffer from depression, and severe self-hatred to be very careful, or stay clear of hallucinogenic drugs altogether. Any trip can be a dangerous ride into the subconscious and can have damaging psychological consequences.
- Just a friendly warning from someone who cares.
(By bexxta)
Now I don't condone any illegal activities, but I do maintain that if you're gonna do something evil/bad/illegal, it needs to be thought over, planned, researched, and properly decided first off. There are a few good sites out there that can properly inform and forewarn you of the consequences/effects of hallecinogenic drugs. Erowid is a very good database with plenty of experience reports and non-biased information on drugs, etc. (Anyone who knows me also knows that there are a few more out there that I happen to have a particular 'bond' :P with, but you'll have to go searching for yourselves. I'm sorry, but any curious minor can either do their own homework, or talk to their really cool grandma.) So here's a few more tips from a friend:
*Never trip if you're not sure you should be tripping/Never trip while depressed, seriously confused, as a distraction, or because you couldn't find your drug of choice. That's what booze, weed, and chocolate are for. I'm sure this point has been ran over hundreds of times, but seriously, it's important.
*Music is awesome. Nature too. If you're planning on doing a 'natural drug' such as shrooms or mescaline, make sure you can go outside for at least a moment or two. Also, don't do them just for fun. Drugs are curious things and should be respected.
*If you wish you were sober, you're having a bad trip. This is normal, has happened to every experienced tripper on earth(and your mum and dad if they are old enough to have been in the 60's/70's)and you will come down eventually. Don't let a horrible experience turn you bitter and against psychedelics.
*Note to parents and concerned others: If you have a kid who's interested in drugs, particularily psychedelics/marijuana, don't immediately go on a speech about how drugs are evil, illegal, and ought to be banned. Sure, drugs can make you paranoid, make you sick, make you do stupid stuff, but a few other things that are widely accepted do even worse stuff. Take fast food, for interest. Eating McDonalds can make you obese, give you bad skin, ruin your liver and stomach, make you sluggish, and increase your risk of cancer and heart attacks. Why isn't it illegal? Because it's fine in small amounts. And at least your kid is smoking buds instead of drinking, which has no medical benefits, can give you bad diseases, and can be fatal in high doses.
(By Mr.Talker)
So generally I try to keep this blog about random things that catch my interest, and not my personal hobbies. So to all my good friends out there, shaking their heads, calm down.
Anyhow, a few things to keep in mind (and laugh about). A last word to remember:
You cannot fly.
tripping out is not something one should take lightly. if one is to take lsd, eat shrooms, etc., then it is important they understand and abide by some essential rules. i encourage everyone to node their own rules here.
my rules:
if someone/something upsets you, get the hell away.
don't ever trip on a whim; plan it out first.
don't trip alone unless you're positive you can handle it.
always remain calm. it will all be over soon. you're not going crazy.
don't try to fight the effects. drugs are stronger than you, and they will kick you right in the teeth if you upset them.
never, ever, ever eat spaghetti.
from the lycaeum's lsd archives:
Cars can hurt you.
You cannot fly.
It's never a good time to die.
taking your clothes off will draw attention.
Keep mouth shut at all times in public.
Although you may see things that are not there, you'll still be able to see real things. In other words, cars that are present in the street will not become invisible.
don't forget how to burp
only carry a house-key, some loose change, and your address in your shoe
nobody can tell you are tripping till you tell them "I'm tripping".
no matter how fucked you think you are, you'll eventually come down.
(By wish23)
A little more illegally based larfs:
I had the rules described to me thusly:
Rule Zero: Cars are real.
Rule One: Cars can hurt you.
Rule Two: Giant toasters the size of cars are cars. See rule one.
(By brainwave)
And one more, a serious one this time (aka something worth remembering):
revscat23 and EE briefly mentioned this in their writeups, but I thought I should expand on it slightly.
A trip is strongly influenced by the subconscious. A happy state of mind usually equates to a good trip. If you're sad you're likely to have a bad trip. In the more extreme case of self-loathing you'd be almost guaranteed to have a horrific trip. It's for this reason that I'd advise for people who suffer from depression, and severe self-hatred to be very careful, or stay clear of hallucinogenic drugs altogether. Any trip can be a dangerous ride into the subconscious and can have damaging psychological consequences.
- Just a friendly warning from someone who cares.
(By bexxta)
Now I don't condone any illegal activities, but I do maintain that if you're gonna do something evil/bad/illegal, it needs to be thought over, planned, researched, and properly decided first off. There are a few good sites out there that can properly inform and forewarn you of the consequences/effects of hallecinogenic drugs. Erowid is a very good database with plenty of experience reports and non-biased information on drugs, etc. (Anyone who knows me also knows that there are a few more out there that I happen to have a particular 'bond' :P with, but you'll have to go searching for yourselves. I'm sorry, but any curious minor can either do their own homework, or talk to their really cool grandma.) So here's a few more tips from a friend:
*Never trip if you're not sure you should be tripping/Never trip while depressed, seriously confused, as a distraction, or because you couldn't find your drug of choice. That's what booze, weed, and chocolate are for. I'm sure this point has been ran over hundreds of times, but seriously, it's important.
*Music is awesome. Nature too. If you're planning on doing a 'natural drug' such as shrooms or mescaline, make sure you can go outside for at least a moment or two. Also, don't do them just for fun. Drugs are curious things and should be respected.
*If you wish you were sober, you're having a bad trip. This is normal, has happened to every experienced tripper on earth(and your mum and dad if they are old enough to have been in the 60's/70's)and you will come down eventually. Don't let a horrible experience turn you bitter and against psychedelics.
*Note to parents and concerned others: If you have a kid who's interested in drugs, particularily psychedelics/marijuana, don't immediately go on a speech about how drugs are evil, illegal, and ought to be banned. Sure, drugs can make you paranoid, make you sick, make you do stupid stuff, but a few other things that are widely accepted do even worse stuff. Take fast food, for interest. Eating McDonalds can make you obese, give you bad skin, ruin your liver and stomach, make you sluggish, and increase your risk of cancer and heart attacks. Why isn't it illegal? Because it's fine in small amounts. And at least your kid is smoking buds instead of drinking, which has no medical benefits, can give you bad diseases, and can be fatal in high doses.
(By Mr.Talker)
So generally I try to keep this blog about random things that catch my interest, and not my personal hobbies. So to all my good friends out there, shaking their heads, calm down.
Anyhow, a few things to keep in mind (and laugh about). A last word to remember:
You cannot fly.
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