i have been thinking a lot lately about the weekend warriors out there. you know, the people who drink themselves into oblivion, (think) they smoke amazing amounts of weed, do completely idiotic things they would otherwise never do, those people. those people at the same time make me feel embarrassed, hatred, anger, and envy. they do all the stuff we do but they do it on the weekends. this makes me mad. i used to be this way until i realized if i want to have fun my way, I’m probably going to get shit for it, so why not do it more often. fuck what people talk about in the hallways and at lunch about the weekends. 

ha. what i can’t stand even more is the people who truly care if people find out about their weekend activities. they are the ones saying fuck what people think at the party, but its the end of the world if just the one right person finds out on monday when 563 other people already know. shits annoying.

my favorite thing ill never get tired of is for sure the groups of people who are good friends and pressure each other into trying a drug just so they have reason to do it. but i will say i envy this group the most. they do it living in the spur of the moment and not seeking out drugs everyday and bringing a lot of shit to parties or wherever you may be. they did it and don’t give a fuck who knows it because they know they can stay away from it. i wish i stayed away from it.