As you may or may not know, I moved into my first apartment this past week. It was super stressful carrying all my stuff up three flights of stairs, but once it’s here I wont have to go from home to dorm to home to dorm back to home and then apartment again for at least four years. And I shouldnt be doing the “back to home” thing again ever.

Tonight, I’m in my first weekend of the new semester, and I decided to ring in the new year by hanging out with my roommate and her boyfriend while my boyfriend is having fun at his two week long hippie festival. I’ve still not completely gotten over the novelty of being able to smoke and drink in my own apartment without the worry of my neighbor or roommate asking me what I’m doing. It’s such a relief to sit back in my chair with a nice mug of wine and a bowl.

Alcohol, by the way, is an extremely smart marketing ploy. It’s the only thing that starts tasting better the ore and more you drink. My bottle of Redds was slightly disgusting at the beginning, but as I got closer and closer to the bottom of the bottle, I enjoyed every sip that much more…

or maybe that’s just the drugs talking.