“Classes were always a bore to me. I wanted to learn things on my own, not by presentations.I was a loudmouth and a clown. It came as a surprise to me, later, that I could be serious and still get attention.”
-Nicolas Cage
This reminds me of the time a voodoo priestess told me that Nick Cage and I were best friends in a previous life. NEED.
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I just booked a Spring Break trip to Cancun. I am 26. LOLz aside here, as well as the strained clutches on fading youth. What is really depressing me is the memory of my last trip to Cancun, more exactly PACKING for my last trip. I smoked two bowls the night before and then packed my case. The next morning when I loaded it into the car I should have “Hmmm?”-ed when it felt suspiciously light. When I got to the hotel, unlocked the suitcase and opened it up I could not help but laugh. Stoned Nancy is the worst packer EVER. I brought 20 pairs of underwear. For 7 nights. Five pairs of sunglasses, but only two bathing suits. One t shirt, one pair of shorts, and EIGHT day dresses. Not beach coverups, not for night-time, just dresses. Pretty much no pajamas either. I wore the same shirt and shorts the ENTIRE time. It was ridiculous. God I would do anything for a sweet gram of kush to help me pack for this one. But alas, I’m off that shit so maybe this time I’ll actually bring something decent.
On a related note, while packing high for a weekend to New York I thought that the ONLY thing I would want to wear to sleep in some random guy’s apt was a flowy racerback cami, mens boxer briefs, and thigh high grey socks.
My life is just a recurring series of highs and lows. Waking up from this glorious dream where Eliot Stabler and I are partners/lovers looking for a author/killer in a seaside town (um, obvi a high here), to going onto the bank website and realizing that I only have $50 to my name (low low low). WAHHH!!!
