6.

How many times are they going to make the movie/book where the poor 3rd world country kid wants to go to school but his/her family is too poor/not willing to take them to school? I sound ignorant, but its true. We all know its sad, but damn c'mon now.

I want to go to Spain.

Middle school is the period of time where you're the biggest douche of your life.

Metal has too many fucking sub-genres.

Out.

5.

Currently extremely blazed. I hate when you reach the point of "Extreme Munchies." I just ate a million this in a row- 2 pasta plates, 1 Pepsi, 1 Caprisun, 5 Oreos, and a big ass bowl of Frosted Flakes. Now my stomach hurts like shit.

I miss smoking with just the niggas. N/H. Sorry girls, but you gotta get the fuck out sometimes.

4.

Nothing to say. Have a nice weekend.

3.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I want happy things, but not in excess or then they become boring things.

I want a record player. Everything sounds so much more crisp and lush on vinyl.
I want a great girlfriend. Everything can become great when you know someone loves you and is always thinking about you.
I want a consistent, reliable drug dealer. Everything becomes magical when as soon as you get money you can splurge on enjoyable items.
I want a pair of Shure headphones. Everything becomes a real life movie when you mix awesome sounds of music with a boring, too realistic lifestyle. Fuck the reality when you can be magically dreaming. Bye fucks.

2.

It's been really hot lately and surprisingly I haven't mind it at all. Getting to see girls in super short shorts and dresses makes everything better.

Yesterday was 420 and it started off pretty boring because my bus I was suppose to take to DC Bart never came. Fuck Samtrans. So, I was never got to wake n bake and it was already hot as tits at 7 in the morning. But, while walking to DC Bart I found 5 $1 bills in a row which kills just finding a straight up $5 bill. This made me even happier because it added to the fade, which means more of that wonderful marijuana. So the day went on... had to swim in pe... didn't care because it was hot as fuck. After school blazed a quarter o. Faded as fuck till the morning.

Today, I had to talk to my counselor about how stupid my grades are. I'm failing 3 classes and she told me to cut back smoking them treez! Nahhhh. I thought that was funny how a school counselor just told me to cut back. Shit made me giggle so much, I just might do it.

1.

Hello, I'm Andrew. If you're currently reading this shit, thank you. I've been thinking of creating a blog for awhile but I've never ended up wanting to after awhile. Then, I began to have crazy thoughts of what I would write; my subjects excited me. Now right before you is "...wtf am I reading?" the blog about the life and thoughts of a teen who has no idea wtf he is doing. Fuck you if you think this is going to be every other teen blog that sucks ass. It will be great because I am Andrew Fucking Sanchez.

The blog will feature my insight from my thoughts and experiences from smoking a great amount of weed. And when I say great... you know what I'm saying.

First topic: Money and how it affects people.

I thought about this one a few weeks ago while in geometry class. A class where I do nothing but sleep and day dream about life. Which, I think is much more beneficial. Now, we go to school to learn so we can be "successful" in life. In order for yourself to be called a success you have to make a good amount of money. That is the case for most people.

Money is the reason why bands can begin to suck, it can lead to friend problems, family problems, etc.

These are fucking drug-like side effects. Thats weird as fuck to me. Now if I was getting awesome grades I would not give a shit about this. I would make my green and buy my green. ya know? But since I'm pulling shit grades its had me thinking about damn what will I do with my life? I'm so ambitious to be a success. So many people think, "Oh, you're a druggie... you are a giant blemish to society!" and all that shit. I want to be able to show people that I can be a success. I will be doing what I want to do, while you do what your Parents want you to do. Therefore, I believe I am more successful than you will ever be. I am my own self. While, you are a being controlled and stressed out of your mind to be great to your family.

Personally, I really want to be a pharmacist. Not for the free drug purposes. That would be illegal. For awhile now I've been interested in how drugs affect you and your body. I think thats interesting as tits. The $40+ an hr isn't bad either although I really wouldn't mind how much I really made because its what I want to do. Its how I want to show people that I can be a great, hard-working person. I think thats beautiful revenge on the people that thought I would be in an alley way shooting up or some druggie stereotype. Fuck all of you.