Ortega, Jace - 024

I've always been curious about mushrooms, hallucinogens, DMT, psilocybin and all of the studies that encompass them. What really got me enthusiastic was a Joe Rogan podcast with Paul Stamets (a guy who single-handedly saved the bees). Trying to explain what they talk about wouldn't do it any justice, but I'm convinced of the science and potential benefits of Fungi, especially when it comes to invoking "the hero's journey," otherwise known as "the trip." I'm broke and lack any hookups/contacts so Lion's Mane, a type of mushroom sold in stores and on Amazon, will have to suffice for now. Studies suggest that it improves cognitive function and decreases the risk of developing Alzheimer's and other neurological diseases. I don't expect any major changes but whatever gives me a slight advantage and alleviates my semi-irrational fear of cognitive degradation from old age. When Paul Stamets went on his first trip, he was determined to get

So it turns out the Blog people don't mind waiting for my paperwork. I feel really bad making them wait this long. I dislike unreliable people and I dislike being unreliable. Everything should be handled by the beginning of May. Also, I'm applying for another job: Assistant Graphic designer for student housing. I'm acquainted with the employer, and he's seen my work, so I think I have a pretty good chance of getting the job. If that doesn't work out, I'll try for graphic designer at the signal newspaper. Although I don't necessarily like graphic design, because it involves making boring designs to accompany boring words, it's good motivation to learn and develop graphic skills that will ultimately improve my artwork. I'm still not sure of what I want to do in the future. I wouldn't want to make a career out of working for other people; I don't like it when people call the shots for me. On the other hand, making other people's ideas b

I'm still irked about what happened during the last post. Had to get a Birth Certificate. Forked out $60. Found out after paying that I need a Notary to sign a paper. More shit to do. I guess my frustration and fixation is motivation to not screw up in the future. I had a falling out with someone I only recently became friends with, now former friends. Perhaps this is a testament to my friend making abilities. The issue was simple:  she believed I was too insensitive, which is true. I believed she was too sensitive , which is also true. She acknowledged this herself in past conversation, though she'd likely deny it. I went so far as to consult a female friend and other qualified individuals, they all agreed but saw where she was coming from.  My friends know I'm insensitive, often mean and rude, but they know me and they know that I ultimately mean well. My former friend did not know this. Normally I could talk my way out of these kinds of things, at least with peop

A gif I planned on using for my student blog I called it! I fucking called it! Not only can I not work because I can't find my fucking social security card and birth certificate, (why the fuck does the paperwork have to be so fucking convoluted???), but my grandma was also recently diagnosed with cancer. The you're-not-going-to-fucking-survive-this-shit kind. Am I stressing out??? ...nnnnnnnoo, not really. Yes, it's disappointing. I was actually looking forward to this job; even if it didn't pay much. I could already hear my dad's bitching, saying, 'I'm not living to my full potential' because I don't have a real   job. Which is fine, that's what dads are supposed to say. My grandma? Well... it's not that the situation doesn't sadden me, it does-- I just don't, or can't, deal with death or sickness in the conventional way. I don't weep and sob, or hug and kiss, or pray, or make long emotional speeches. Its like I'm