Read receipts have achieved a certain level of infamy in the smartphone world. It’s understandable that people are wary of such a feature.
Allow me to explain, for the dwindling race of smartphone-lacking heathens reading this out there (on their antiquated laptops, I presume), that a “read receipt” (pronounced “red”, not “reed”) is a notification to the sender of a text, or texter, that the receiver of the text, or textee, has read the texter’s text.
And for the record, “texter” and “textee” are hereby words. Get with the program, Merriam-Webster!
This might come off as arrogant, but I like to think I’m a pretty smart guy. I always got good grades, went to good schools, and made good decisions – until I went to college; at least that was my family’s perspective.
After I started college it took me about a year to realize that I was finally in a position to start making decisions that would lead to true happiness. I didn’t have to worry about hearing that universal phrase every kid hears at least once in their life: “This is MY roof you’re living under, and until YOU start paying the bills YOU have to do what I say!” (I’m sure I’ll say something like that to my kids one day but for now it still makes me cringe). Continue reading What Can You Do With a Liberal Arts Degree?→
Looking back, it’s baffling to imagine living with such an addiction. Such a level of dependence. Waking up was impossible without Adderall. As was socializing. As was writing. As was enjoying life.
Adderall addiction doesn’t get much attention from the media. It may be hard to view ADHD medications like Adderall as something from which a serious addiction or dependence can form. They’re neither viewed nor discussed in the same terms as similar street drugs like meth. But make no mistake, Adderall is just a trusted brand of speed, and is every bit as addicting.
Young adults today were largely encouraged, and even forced, to use drugs like Adderall growing up (around the same time we were having D.A.R.E. and the evils of marijuana shoved down our throats). So they don’t share the same negative connotations with their relatives on the streets. But Adderall and other pharmaceutical stimulants are just as dangerous. And indeed, that they don’t carry such negative connotations makes them more so.
So you need to pass a drug test? My condolences. But you’ve found the right article; this post is all about how to pass a urine drug test– also known as urinalysis.
Notwithstanding the circumstances that forced you into the all-too-common predicament of passing a urine drug test, and regardless of the illegal substances you’ve consumed throughout the adventure of life, there is always a way for anyone to pass a drug test. Having said that, the options available to drug users faced with the indignity of drug testing are numerous and varying. Continue reading How to Get Away with Stuff #3 – Passing a Urine Drug Test→
I smoked DMT last month. It was the most terrifying and profound experience of my life.
The following article details my experience of tripping on a hallucinogenic drug called DMT – but I promise it’s not an obnoxious recount of how silly it made me and my friends act, or anything of that vein.
For some reason I decided to ingest a drug my friend referred to as Sassafras, which is just slang for MDA. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve never done MDA.
I do, however, know that I’m going to be up all night on this shit.
Ever since writing “The DMT Experience“, which I wrote in the month following the experience, I wanted to write about another hallucinogenic drug while tripping on it. Not an original idea, of course; I’m certainly not the first person to try.
But I like to trip balls, and I like to write, so I’m going to do both, because America.
The party is dying, and FAST. The bottle of Grey Goose you stole from your parent’s freezer is finished, the 6 pack your buddy talked his older brother into giving you is depleted, and the people are getting antsy. The girls are about to leave, because this once smooth-sailing get together is on its way to a spectacular crash.
You and your friends are starting to get nervous. After all, you’re the ones who are supposed to be throwing this bash, and if somebody utters that dreaded “Let’s bounce bro, this party is lame” phrase, you’re fucked.
There is a systemic problem in our culture that is not addressed in schools, by government programs or by mainstream media. Finding a great job with kick ass pay doesn’t do the trick. And no matter how many times I have sex, I always seem to find myself thirsting for something that I can never quite put my finger on. We are told that drugs are bad and that the people who do them have problems or are dead and empty inside.
I guess you could say I’m everything wrong with today’s youth.
I am a product of the Digital Age. I have always had access to any and all information I could ever want in a matter of seconds.
I grew up with a screen in front of my face at all times; a constant overload of facts and opinions for my brain to process. I am always having ideas forced down my throat. Images burned into my retinas. I have an insatiable appetite for stimulation. To be entertained. To be hearing. Watching. Playing. Continue reading I am Everything Wrong With Today’s Youth→
So, given my last few posts which detail tried and true methods of getting away with smoking weed at home and college, I feel obligated to elaborate on the topic of making a waterfall gravity bong, also known as a “waterfall gb” or simply a “waterfall bong“.
I should note, the following specifications merely constitute my preferred style of waterfall gravity bong. You can extrapolate the physics of waterfall gravity bongs into virtually any manifestation. As long as it’s a container that sucks in weed smoke by releasing water, it’s a waterfall gravity bong.
Depression sinks in. Sitting in traffic after a long week at work, painfully aware that my only free time for the next 7 days is squashed. Leaving the office at 5:00pm allows just enough time to navigate the clusterfuck of Virginia Beach rush-hour traffic between me and my destination. Nothing more.
Overwrought, I envision the next 48 hours.
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I was arrested for a DUI 3 months ago. It happened on an early Sunday morning around 2am. I took an Uber from the bar to a friends house where I left my car. His door was locked so instead of requesting another Uber, I decided to drive 10 minutes down the road to smoke some bud with another friend of mine. I had been lucky too many times before. This time, I hit a checkpoint. Continue reading Tales from Weekend Jail→
Tensions have risen across the country in the wake of the shooting death of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo. While we don’t have all the facts as to what prompted Darren Wilson to kill Brown, the event certainly has brought to light the issues people of color in that community have had with the police in the past.
As we know all too well, weed gets kind of a bad rap. Let’s face it: drug use in general gets one hell of a bad rap. It seems everyone knows someone whose life was destroyed by drugs.
See? Instantly when you read that sentence, your mind conjured up an image of the stereotypical drugged-up moron. The bumbling idiot who wears his Bob Marley tank top with pride (yet can’t name more than one or two of his songs), rocking his marijuana leaf socks, recording Snapchats of every bong rip he takes, posting about 4/20 on Facebook. He probably doesn’t have a job. He certainly has no ambition. Continue reading An Open Letter to the Potheads of the World→
Editor’s note: Vegter Animus is a new writer here at Everything Wrong with Today’s Youth. While this is his first article on ewwty, he has been writing for a long time. If you love this article (which you will, because it’s awesome) check out his blog:Project i•Am•You
You Thought You Were The Only One
How many people graduate from college and enter the so-called real world only to find that a life of deadlines, repaying debts, stress and getting fat isn’t what they signed up for? No one told you this was part of the deal on the balmy August afternoon during freshman orientation while we were doing trust falls and sharing our dreams with one another. Yes, college lied to you about the plight of your future. The question is: why?
After you get over the thrill of handing a healthy portion of your paycheck to your local bartender every Friday and Saturday, you too realize that being a member of the “real world” just doesn’t seem so glamorous anymore. Continue reading Why College Lies to You: Part One→