Hippie Anonymous

The life of an 18-year-young girl who moved out too soon, grew up too fast, and cares too little -- but is going to make things work. Sarcastic, fiesty, and quirky. You'll learn that I'm fucked up, but hey- so are you. Enjoy! †

[hippieanonymous]

art major.

i am officially an art major. I got accepted into art school today, and my first class begins Monday at 1pm. I'll be taking two accelerated classes that will last for only 9 weeks, but boy am I excited. I was even able to snag one class online- Psychology 101. The class that I have to go to the actual school for is Fundamentals of Art, which is just a sketching class-- I cannot sketch! I am ready to learn, though! (:

     btw, I'll be majoring in Photography, completing the four-year (or three if I work hard enough) Bachelor of Arts program. Yay Yay Yay!

[hippieanonymous]

Cooked some DANK spaghetti two nights ago. 

Pasta sauce included spicy pork sausage, mushrooms, yellow peppers, anaheim peppers, tomatoes, onions, and lots of spices, topped with chopped parmesean cheese. It was tasty, tasty, tasty. Served with cold Sangria wine.

[hippieanonymous]

It's my little booger butt Gizmo. Took him early Christmas shopping at Petsmart.

[hippieanonymous]

unMotivation

     It gets easy to be unmotivated in a household of unmotivated people.

Cleaning,

       Respect,

              Education,

                    A job.

It's ridiculous how influential over your entire life a few people could be.

but i won't be like them.

[hippieanonymous]

school, education, and all that good stuff.

Meeting with an Arts Institute adviser on Monday.

Looks like I'm gonna getting a bachelor in photography.

EXCITED!

[hippieanonymous]

btw

The Beatles and cleaning go together perfectly. This kitchen was spotless in no time. Oh, the responsibilities of being a woman- or the only one in the whole apartment who gives a shit about cleanliness.

edit-- my roommate, B, gives a shit too. It's just two of us who care in a house of six. Lazy bastards. 

[hippieanonymous]

I am not a whore- technically.

I have a phone interview today (part two) for a job at a hookah lounge as a "host." It's a new, upscale lounge that's opening, and customers are referred to as "clients." I think you get the jist of it. My boyfriend thinks that this is a cover for classy prostitution, but after expressing my concern (I will not work in the sex industry) and having a long conversation with the owner, I feel comfortable and confident with being a potential employee here. There is a room for those with premium membership, where the host is topless; but that is not the position I am applying for. Quite frankly, I don't care. The position pays $17/hr, whereas the topless positions pay $45/hr. Money is money, is money, is money.

I love hookah (I own two of those babies), I love working, and I like money.

It's a done deal, and I really want this job.

[hippieanonymous]

Hot-Pot Chocolate

It's a delicious hot cocoa recipe- with cannabis!

Estimated time: 20 minutes

Difficulty: easy

Ingredients:

2 cups of whole milk

1 hot chocolate packet OR chocolate syrup

Weed stems OR 3/4 teaspon of weed

Steps:

1) Gather stems, as many as you'd like. Two at the minimum. If you do not have stems, you can also grind weed or break it up with your fingers (at least 3/4 teaspoon).

2) Boil 2 cups of milk in a pot/saucepan over the stove. Once milk comes to a boil, simmer/turn to lowest setting.

3) Drop your weed into milk, and cover pot.

4) Set timer and let milk and weed concotion simmer for 15 minutes.

5) Once 15 minutes has passed, pour milk into mug. Pour in hot chocolate packet/ chocolate syrup. Enjoy!

*Effects will take from 20 minutes to an hour to hit. Lasts for 3-6 hours, depending on strength of weed and how much was used.

Peace.

[hippieanonymous]

Day: I don't know.

     I should have started this thing earlier, but after a nice cup of hot pot cocoa (and my own secret recipe- I'll post it!), the idea finally hit me:

                Document your life at this repetitive, awesome apartment.

Well, okay. Easy enough. So here's the deal.

     I'm eighteen (but I'll be nineteen in two short months!) and I just moved out of my mother's house. This is the day I've been waiting for since I hit my teenage years. Well, technically, I moved out two weeks ago, but anywho, here I am writing about it now. I am a girl living with four dudes, and it will be one heck of an experience- I can tell already. Now, for a little bit about me...

      I'm an artsy, fiesty little thing standing tall at five foot two inches. I aspire to be a journalist, and am studying mass communications and international relations. I've lived in my little town for just over 14 years, and someday I will get out of this bubble. don't get me wrong, I love my state, but I've always been one who loves change. Relationship status? Taken. That's an interesting story that I'll save for another day, because the thing is... well, I'm dating one of my roommates. Whom I met when I moved in here. 

     I've got some interesting things going on in my life at the moment, and I've always been an open book. Not to real people, but, you know, you Tumblr folk are instant friends (: I sing, I write, and I play guitar. Maybe you guys will see some of my work.

     Anyways, that's all for now; have I bored you already? Well, that's too damn bad (;