How to Vape for Under $25

This blog will teach you how to vaporize your tobacco for about $20. The next parts will teach you the needed tools, techniques, and warnings. Make sure you watch the video at the end. Expect to visit your local home improvement store and your local smoke shop (head shop) unless you already have a nice piece. All that's require after that is an electrical outlet. Note to college kids, don't smoke in your dorms.

Supplies:
Pick 'em up at your local Home Depot and Smoke Shop.

1) A heat gun
I bought mine at my Local Home Depot for $21.69 with tax. The brand is Wagner.
2)A water pipe

Type doesn't matter (but glass on glass is better). I prefer my ash catcher because it is defused and the top of the bowl will get up to 500 degrees and I don't want to touch it. With an ash catcher you can remove the bowl from the bottom. If you do not have an ash catcher than the regular bowl that you use will do fine, just make sure you have a towel or a pot holder (or glove also works) so you don't burn yourself.

How to:
DIY Instructions
1) Let the heat gun warm up for a bit. If your heat gun has a low setting use this. Use the high setting for kief.
2) turn the heating gun off. While the heating gun if still off, place the heating gun on top of the bowl. Beginning sucking out of the water pipe and quickly turn it on the low setting.
Note: If you turn on the heat gun before placing it on the bowl you will blow out product. Once you have turned it on, and no product has blow out you will notice you might be able to take the heat gun off of the bowl a little bit (not much though).

ALSO!!!: This isn't really good for bowls. It's great for snappers or personal hits. I'm the only one of my friends who currently smokes this way so when the buddies come over to use the gun (which they do) we grind a bit of tobacco and then we give out rounds of personal hits. The ony problem with this is you gotta make sure people don't get burned and that they don't hit the product too slow. You also want to make sure you don't roast the product you don't want to burn (NO COMBUSTION) the product. After your hit is done it should look brown like schwag, or maybe if you were a little overzealous its a little black on the top. IF you do burn it you will suffer the consequence of the nastiest tasting hit ever. If you just vape it you will taste the sweetest taste ever.

This is a picture of someone hitting a waterpipe with a heat gun.

I think you're read to vape for under $30

Instruction in video form

For those of you who are more visual learners

So my birthday has passed

and i've been like drunk for two days basically and high. i've found a new nifty way to make money through clickbank so that's good. and i love me greensmoke cigarette it really help me quit smoking. two greatest things in life that are legal.

Click Here!
green smoke link on the side.
can't smoke? but like money click one of the other side links.
anyways i'm hungrier than a mofo

Free website - Wix.com
This is a preview of my new website of wix.com
the complete link is the first link on my Random Clix app on the side of my blog page check it out the about me page has a dancing obama. You can click around on it, here on the website, but it is small and I don't think you'll be able to read anything so just click the link on the side of my page if your interested in seeing the bigger version.

Join MechQuest

Mech Quest
I actually like this site it takes a bit to progress and I do have the one time fee paid membership but I'm a nerd and I really liked the game a lot.

Basically you have mech gear and you fight other robots or mechgear and you level up and go on quests and get better gear and what not.

Idk it's addictive

Vacation

So I haven't been blogging story of my life. I just revamped my blog and I'm going to try to at least blog once a week but this semester I've had the task of having to
-raise my gpa for next semester
-get a job so i can get an apartment (filled and turned in two apps this week!)
-find an apartment/house to live in next year
-and still manage to go to school and do homework.

LE SIGH
its been kind of hard but oh well.
Hopefully after this summer job situation is figured out then the rest will just fall into place.

MORE ART!

(Created by Zavier McFall-Maycock, Named "Waves of Apathy")

This image is so appealing to me I'm so happy about it. I'm going to go create some more right now I'll post them later.

Heart Part II

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just cynical. I've realized lately that I've become lazy when it comes to finding the intertwined human experience. Its something I want, but its also something that I don't want to work to hard for. I've already realized some of my character flaws i.e. depression, cynicism, a lack of a jealous nature, and a lack of possessive ambition. People like to be possessed and to possess but this is something I have never attached to human beings. An example would be, your boyfriend cheats on you. I would be angry, because of the action of cheating. But the pain that comes from the jealousy of another woman, that is non existent within me.

I think life would be a lot easier if I was a psychopath or at least a sociopath, so that I could feel no emotions and in turn not love. I love myself, but at the same time I am not conceited enough to actually be a sociopath. I've felt incredibly drained lately, from my back pain (hurt my tailbone twice in my lifetime and it fucking hurts). This drainage has led to the depression. Around two weeks ago, I believed my life was great, and now like the pre-two week time period, I believe my life is a bottomless pit.

I honestly think I'm going to be one of those women married to their career, which sucks because I want a husband and kids someday. This means I will have to drastically change my outlook on life and I just don't think I'll ever do it. I don't even consider myself a good person right now. I've forsaken myself, and the Goddess will be angry due to this. I have not forsaken her, but by forsaking myself I sort of have. For I am the goddess, like we all are (or whatever God you believe in if not one at all, I can't judge)

I guess I just really need to get stoned, then I'll be a bit happier outside. Too bad its devastatingly cold outside and its only 11:02 AM. I have class at 1:00 PM I really don't want to go, but I'll feel like a lazy ass bum if I don't go. I gotta write a paper or two also. This just adds to the depression.

I'm not trying to find love or a relationship, I'm just trying to find a genuine human intertwined experience. Being that I am a female, I don't even care about sex. I need to click intellectually with people and this is exactly what I want. I don't need the adoration or the attention. I just want a fulfilling conversation. I'm deeply suffering from a bad case of self perception. But I wonder if it really is bad self perception. Am I not the one who does not judge people based on their outsides because life is too short? Am I not the one who knows myself the best? I truly know how ugly I am on the inside and for this I'd say I'm allowed to have the self perception that I do. For the only people who think this perception is warped are people who are on the outside looking in. I'm the only real insider to Zavier, I am my own judge. I am my own jury. The only thing is I have no defense. No real need to defend myself to anyone.

This lack of emotion has got to end, or otherwise it has to stay. Either way, I don't like the Topsy turvy nature of my emotions at the moment.

Mysterious Things Happen Backstage

I should be given an award.
The highest that any actress can receive.
I hide behind this toughness.
But inside I am soft.

Cancel the Oscars, I'm the star.
All you need is me.
Golden Statue in my hand.
While spinach is stuck between my teeth.

Hidden amongst the Hollywood Stars lies a single plaque.
"Died too young, died in the attack"
The attack of the youth, propagated by the media.
Kill me quickly, just a little speedier.

Who are you to tell me how I feel?
Who are you to remind me of my regrets?
Oh I forgot you are there to remind me of my faults.
To come to me at my every beck and call.

Sin of the flesh.
Sins feel so good.
I wish I could eat it.
Don't you wish you could.

The most delectable meal, that you have ever tasted.
The girl most like you, that you feel you wasted.
I'm sorry it couldn't of been.
And it is all my sorrow.
I always thought for you and me there would be a tomorrow.
But now I realize I'm foolish and that you'll never let go.
Of something that has happened so many months ago.
It was just a phase, as people like to say.
It was just a creation, a musical, a play.
And I am the only one who is on stage, you exited a while ago.
No one throws me flowers after the performance is done.
They felt it all too real.
The pain masked underneath my eyes in the form of purple bags.
I don't think you hurt at all.
And I never wish you do.

Random Wrote

The spoken word, it is a cause, promoting me, lifting me higher than the average normal mortal.
Here I am wandering through lie wondering when my coil will cease to be a circular.
There you are, you know exactly where you want to walk. You walk with distinction, a martyr for that cause of cool.
You try so hard, baby, but not hard enough for the rest of this year is just gonna be too tough.
The summer was easy, the winter will be hard. Barren mother nature, white like a cala lily.
She stretches across the land, and there you sit in the middle of her womb, wondering why the same place you were born will also be your tomb.
I can't stand to think that way. Your death will truly awaken me. Shake me, violently like the wildest earth quake. But you aren't dead are you? You're still alive, I feel the pulse.
Deep inside of me a girl has changed into the woman she was supposed to be. What kind of woman stands there and lets herself feel so alone.
Alone though is my solitude and alone is where I stay.
Smoke a couple cigarettes get some time out of the way.
It hurts sometimes, that I'm not able to be what I truly wish to be.
But I'll be fine as long as you are there with me.
Oh glorious summer day, how I long for your sun rays. Bathe me Apollo, bathe me in your beauty. In your hellenistic style of indulgence.
I love the way you speak, like words are your weapon, they're mine too, let's battle.
Who would win in a battle of lovers like a civil war stuck in a third world country.
If this is a first world, and they are the third, then who is the second, and why can't we all be called by one word. One name, one people. We could never be that way.
Too nationalist, too secularist, too passive, aggressive.
Never the right amount, and never impressive.
But when you speak to me, I forget about the woes, I endanger myself, expose myself to love, the most dangerous of emotions. They kind you wouldn't be able to feel if you weren't willing. I'm willing, vile feeling, come into me, hurt me, thrash me, abuse me.
I tend not to care, what happens to my physical form, but you are there in my emotional zone. Telling me things I've always wanted to hear. When I awaken, it was just a dream, a hallucination. Lord knows I've had those.
But god has nothing to do with it does it. Nothing at all. He just sits and waits till we actually need his help. We got ourselves in this mess.
Oh lucky animals of the world, with no need for love. A cruel creation was this human mind capable of doing whatever I think.
I sit, I sit, I stand, I sit, I sink.
For getting up is hard when you have nothing to aspire too.
My main motivation, it was you.
But now I feel, I'm overwhelmed, unable to handle the feelings that delve too deep into my heart to actually find consolation.
Stuck in between regret and improvisation.

Have You Ever Felt

Like this?

That's how I used to feel in Las Vegas, and since I've been in Reno, that feeling has gone away. In the first time in I don't know how many months, maybe even years, I am truly happy. You know the Incubus song "Wish You Were Here", that song, minus missing someone. I mean I do miss my Vegas friends, but I'm making a lot of new friends here, who offer me intellectual stimulation (no where near the level of Nessa though, we were basically cut from the same cloth).

So as I sit in my dorm room listening to my Zune player on random. An old school No Doubt song is on, and I'm in a groove. When I say old school, i mean from their first album, and the song is sinking. SO AWESOME. This is AWESOME (I know, i use the word to much).



Reno is such a quaint place, and I absolutely love it. Down Virginia St. there is a free transit bus also. I rode that shit down Virginia, to down town or the Reno Strip. I just ran (exercise for the soul, more so than the body.)



I had to post a picture of the sign during the day time, because that's how I usually see it. Fuck going down there at night, I am a little scared. HAHAH me, the fucking Vegas kid that I am, who fucking walks down the strip fucked up on drugs and alcohol. I'M afraid of the Reno strip. Actually I usually tend to be more afraid when there's less people around, then your screams can't be heard.


This is a statue outside of the Mackay Mining School. I love it, it struck me for some odd reason and I can't really put my finger on it. There stands a man, dressed as a simple miner, a hardworking man who had to break a sweat for his fortune. That's what America was about, hard working people. We've turned into such a nation of lazy people, and yes, I'm a hypocrite.


Of course I had to post a picture of something that is on campus and actually has to do with my major and shit. If you didn't already know I'm a Political Science major or PoliSci for short. I plan on getting a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science and I'm minoring in French. I plan on doing all of this within 3 years and then heading to California (UC Berkeley, or Standford) for Law School (another 3 years of education). I want to be a politician. I'll be like Obama, but way better. See I think the problem with politicians today is they won't realize that party platform is bullshit. Republicans and Democrats have swapped viewpoints many times during the formation of the bi-partisan system. What's worse is this government basically runs on a bi-partisan system. Its like high school, the Democrats are the Student Council kids and the Republicans are the jocks, and independents are outcasts. I may primarily be a "Democrat" but deep down inside I'm a Republicrat. I have many Republican values, not when it comes to business though (NAFTA, and CAFTA, and fuck all the democrats that voted for that shit)

Basically the theme of this blog is, that I finally feel like I'm doing something with my life. Not to mention, I don't know, I don't even want to talk about it. BUT NESSA KNOWS. It's so very hard now, SO VERY HARD TO DEAL WITH IT. I feel like a serial rapist every time I'm stuck in a situation with a statue. :[ IT'S SO BAD :[
BUT i'm still happy. There's a time for everything and that will eventually happen to. I will actually be happy if it happens later than sooner.

Today I Finally Remembered

What being treated like shit feels like. I have had a long run of being treated like the human being I am that the feeling of being treated like shit took a long time to recognize. The thing is now, I'm too fucking angry to even call the person out, I'm past anger, I've officially moved into cold ICE QUEEN bitch status.

Apologizing in advance to all men.

LOL

okay so this is an aim conversation between me and my friend. But because I do not want you to go creepy stalker status on me I didn't put the screen names. ALSO only really Nessa will understand this.

David: brb
David: gonna tan a lil
me: LOL
David: getting a lil pasty

J'aime bavarder.

Quelquefois, quand je m'assieds sur mon lit, je pense à la statue taillée par les mains de Michel-ange.

Je pense que c'etait deux peuple dans ma vie que dans tout realité ont l'air de David par Michel-Ange.

To truly understand me, you must understand certain things about me, certain people, certain occurrences, certain fall outs. I wish I was just a person that could be known and understood just on my own behalf. I think I suck or some shit. OKAY not really. BUT WHATEVER



This is still the hottest picture of me ever taken in all my year of life. I think i was 16 about to turn 17. What a slut (jk)

In Grave Condition

I haven't blogged in a while and you know why? It's not that I haven't felt like it, its that I'm afraid of what I might honestly say on here. There are a million things running through my head and I have a habit of making things that need to be quiet blatantly obvious, so no more personal blogs for the next few weeks, maybe not even until I'm Reno. In Reno it won't be possible to not write personal blogs cause I'll be fucking excited and probably drunk. I really want to say a bunch of shit right now that I just can't :[ BLEH SUCKAGE


So for today's random pop culture shizz: possible a-rod and madonna tape. i don't believe it. but if it does exist HOW FUCKING GROSS

Dramatic

I'm going to write this post as if it were a short story. I'll do this a lot from now on as I "think" about parts of the story. Lets call this story,"Obvious". Let's pretend Wes Anderson will love it and turn it into a movie where I star as the lead because I'm an attention whore? Let's pretend this is all fiction.


"This is the last time I let this happen to me", she was a creature of two parts, always indecisive. Her brain was having a hidden conversation with her heart and they were saying the same thing but her conscience was screaming at them, crying even, really throwing a fucking fit. This couldn't be correct. A joke really, she knew the whole fucking time. It really didn't help she was listening to such angry music at the time. She was really making a fucking mess of her internal organs just sitting there listening to her loud music. She loved every bit of her confusion and as her brain finally said "I can't lie anymore, honey", that's when she cringed. Cringing is the first true human sign of any type of emotion, except happiness. Happiness doesn't have a cringe, bummer. You cringe when you're sick, you're sad, you're disgusted, and most usually when you don't want to face the truth. She was all of the above. She was surer in this genuine pain she was feeling than she was sure of her older man crush on Roman Polanski. She was sure as hell that she would get what she wanted, or she wouldn't feel very well, in all that damn cold.

Right Now

I missed blogging last night/early morning. I have a life. Now I'm at home making techno yep. Nothing really to post, i'll tell you about my night later and I might tell you about my odd dream.

I know, I know

SO I totally know what that last dream means. I realized mentally in terms of being in a gridlock, I'm in the exact same place I was in a year okay, OKAY so in about 2 months I'll be in the exact exact place, and if you put me forward by another 3 months OH SHIT, i'll probably puke because my thoughts are exactly the same. I've changed but the ordeals that I go through everyday within my brain have not, THEY did change for a while. For a while I had no dilemma only a "meh maybe" and now I have a full blown dilemma on my hands again and I know that in august it'll just subside and then I'll be busy with school and it won't really matter for a while, but then christmas is gonna come and I'm not going to be doing anything and BAM dilemma, but maybe it'll be different, that's what I'm hoping. OH SHIT and then what about spring. If my life goes as planned spring will be a dilemma fest. then summer vacay next year. I'm doing again what my dad always cusses me out for, thinking to far ahead in the future about things that could change. Maybe I'll overcome the mental dilemma. OR MAYBE I'LL CHERISH IT(like i don't already want to fuck the shit out of it right?(haha nessa), fuck i'm neurotic :/. I'm like a hard on for people on prozac.