STRUNG OUT IN HEAVENS HIGH

nothing quite like the rush of doing an essay last minute, i like to consider myself an adrenaline junkie

i seem to lose a lot of respect from most people when i tell them that i’m writing an essay on the reasons for legalisation of marijuana for uni.

i spent the weekend in melbourne with my boyf which was sick as, we went to tame impala and got drunk and high in the park and ate chocolate and mcdonalds and slept in and went shopping for sick vintage shit and found some amazing record shops & vinyls.

last night went out with andrew and we got heaps drunk and cheap/free food and then met up with the guys and got even drunker just had a good drunk night which was well overdue

and today i found $10 in my pocket after thinking i had no money [same thing happened when i thought i had no money on tuesday, cashed in my jar of coins, like $100 [the teller even rounded it up!]], get home from work thinking i’m going to have to pull an all-nighter and my essay due date has been extended.

life is great lately, even just the little things, sick as.

50% of my time on the internet is me wondering what i’m even doing

As good as Flume is, I’m very sick of hearing about him.