Just So You Know

I'm not advocating drug use. You all don't need to get your panties in a bunch. I just think there's a possibility that it can enhance artistic ability in some situations, and get those creative juices flowing easier. I'm also not trying to say that easier is better, or that brilliant art can't be created while sober, although using God against my theory is an unfair example. If God needed drugs to create the marvelous beauty that is this earth, I'm pretty sure I'd have to stop being a Christian right now. He's God.
I'm interested in what kind of information is out there. I'm not doing drugs, and I don't plan to, so there's no need to present me with the loads of information against drug use. I already know. I just want to research the other side of the story, which I don't even have time to do right now, and have no idea when I will.

On that note, I'm officially a real writer now, as I received my first rejection letter today (which I am going to frame). Thank you Glimmer Train Press.
I also have an appointment with a seamstress on the thirtieth of next month, to see what alterations can be made on my mom's wedding dress.
Those two facts are completely unrelated, but I wanted this to be more than a "Chill out." post. So, there you have it.

P.S. James, I'm doing my big research paper for writing class this term on art and societal growth. I'll post it when I'm done.

Why I Love My Parents: Take Three

Dad: Hey, Chelsea, how are you doing in math?

Me: Good, why?

Dad: Well, I'm just wondering because you don't take your calculator to school and your math book has been sitting here for weeks.

Me: That's because I'm not in an actual classroom for math, that's not my calculator, and that's a speech book.

Dad: Oh.

It Would Appear That...

There really is not a whole lot to write about yet, as far as my current reading project goes. It does, without a doubt, live up to its reputation, as it is an absolutely exquisite reflection on human consciousness, but there is really nothing that is concrete enough to analyze in writing yet. I will say, though, that I understood the book much better while I was loaded up on oxycodone (which I'll mention more of later) over the weekend, which, in my opinion, adds to my theory that drugs can stimulate a certain creative element in the mind that might be otherwise untouched.

Little updates:
First Grove newsletter goes to press in a week.
Classes started yesterday, and my biology teacher looks like an older version of Aaron Eckhart.
I realized in Pilates just how embarrassingly weak I am in comparison with Evan.
My wisdom teeth removal went well, and I am, apparently, healing very quickly.
I learned that my pain medication had heroine in it, which I couldn't help but laugh at.
I've had a killer Whopper craving since Ash Wednesday, and am so eager for Easter.
I have a job at a new store in the mall, but am afraid that I won't make any money, due to the staggering amount of awesome clothing and shoes.
South Park has become one of my new favorite shows, and I actually think the writers are very observant of societal truths that don't generally see much light.
Castle has also taken a spot as a favorite, because it continually proves that there is more truth in fiction than in reality, which is exactly my belief.
I've learned, over the past few days, that having to chew with only your front teeth takes all of the joy out of eating, and that having any kind of dental surgery is a very effective form of dieting.