Sharp things

The true reason marijuana makes kids do poorly in school: they're forced to skip classes to take care of the "drug education" and "community service" crap. But it's nice to sit down in a drug class and hear the caseworkers lecture using graphs and images for most of their slides since they're more appealing to a high person than the written word. We also engage in several fun activities, such as placing ambiguous phrases such as "verbal abuse" and "unproductive" in the correct location on a web containing equally-as-ambiguous groups of people. But it's cool because everyone talks openly about how great drugs are and what's fun to do while on them. For example, one guy I met was flyin' on Adderall and drove his car into the back of a dump truck (But he asserted that it was "so awesome!"). And if anyone wishes to score some E, I won't tell you where to get any because drugs are bad.

Speaking of which, I was driving home and when trying to get into the left left-turn lane I hit a dump truck with my mirror. No damage done to the mirror though, and I'm sure as hell I didn't damage the dump truck. So yeah, the experience was like one of those crappy movies that aren't scary but have something suddenly happen so you jump up like "Oh shit!" but then it turns out to be nothing.

One of two movies I recently purchased online has arrived, but I can't open the envelope since one of my brothers took my knife that had scissors on it. I'm too stubborn to just use normal scissors, but at least now I have an excuse for hitting them over the head and demanding the truth (That was a joke, BTW. There's no excuse for violence except revenge, greed, S&M, shuttin' up a wiseguy what knows too much, football games, or because it will be so badass).

I'm such a fatty. Oppa, take me to Chipotle.