Category Archives: Life Thoughts

Cupcakes

I think I am about ready for Cupcake Wars. 

  
They are strawberry cake filled with a thick and creamy white chocolate pudding and topped with whipped cream frosting. As you can tell, it was a chef-y type night. 

They are a doosey. I was going to play Little Big Planet, but the couch distracted me. Also the VHI You Oughts Know concert is on. It is music, but I thought of some additional topics you ought know. 

  • Banana is the best slurpee flavor. 
  • White chocolate isn’t made from cocoa. 
  • Ed Sheeran released new music. 
  • A new movie theatre opened in my town that serves real food and alcohol. 
  • The same theatre has giant recliners. 
  • Too bad it’s 15 bucks a ticket. 
  • December is right around the corner; buying presents is one of the most difficult tasks to perform. 

Also this remix if Let It Go (James Bay— NOT Elsa) is causing my ears to weep in happiness. 

Let It Go- Jack Steadman remix
Just a highdea. 

More about the Mystery Gang

I was thinking about Scooby Doo some more…

How do they afford to go on all these vacations? They have been to Egypt and the alps and all over the US… What is their job?

Shaggy obviously doesn’t have one, he just sells weed.. And Daphne is rich.. But do Fred and Velma get their green from?

How old are they?

When are their birthdays?

What is their favorite color? Middle names? What are Velma and shaggys last name? Is that even Shaggys real name??

I would really like to know more about them as people.

Love and heart break is the same

You know that feeling when you are in love.. You’re stomach hurts because you are so happy and you feel this crazy indescribable strong feeling throughout your whole body!

Then you break up and your stomach hurts and you are so sad and you feel the pain throughout your body….

But it is kinda the same feeling, just flipped. When you look at the symptoms they are the same, but one is so amazing and good while the other hurts so much.

Being high I can re-feel both. When I’m happy and high I feel so happy it mimicked love. I get the same feelings I remember feeling when I was in love. But if I’m already in a sad mood and I get high I swear I can feel the way I felt after the worth break up I’ve ever had.

I just feel the THC in my brain, I swear.

Just a highdea

Caffeine and Pot.. The ying and yang of my day

This weekend I drank 5 cups of coffee and then smoked all day… It was mind blowing. I literally was so productive, yet unstressed. Here is all the things I have done:

Baked a lemon cake
Went to the store
Dyed my hair
Baked cupcakes
Made a sandwich
Watched football
Exercised (kinda)
Okay really I just laid in the floor and “stretched”
Did laundry
Killed a spider
Cleaned my closet
Baked cookies

Then at the end of it all.. I felt incredibly sick. Never ever drink 5 cups of coffee. Seriously, fuck that shit

A bad highdea

What if Shaggy is just trippin’ balls

We all know that Scooby Doo is full of pot innuendoes… watching it back on Boomerang lately has proven that to be true… BUT what if none of it is real???

Maybe Shaggy is seeing Scooby talk, and Fred is like “Yo, why do you keep talking to that dog? You know he isn’t talking back right?”

And obviously the Scooby snacks are pot brownie bites…

But what if Shaggy really is seeing ghosts, because he is high as a fuck. That is why they go on all the adventures!

 

Just a highdea.

 

What do we really look like?

There is the perception you have in your head.

There is the perception you have when you actually see herself (like in a mirror or a picture)

And then there is the perception of how you think you look to other people..

So how can you ever know what you ACTUALLY look like? When I was looking in the mirror just now, I started to wonder how I really look. I personally think that I am pretty, most people around me agree, I get lots of dates and free drinks… so I think that I correct in saying I’m pretty. But HOW pretty? Do I think that I’m prettier than I really am…. or do I think that I am less attractive than I really am?

Every time I look at a picture of me I am already biased.

They say we are our worst critics… how mean are we to ourselves???? How do we get to the point where we can see ourselves unbiasedly? Can anyone ever really see something for real?