Shine on You Crazy Diamond

So I was searching for a new roommate one day when I suddenly thought, "What about Oona?" She was a friend and we liked each other plutonically and I knew she liked my apartment and we got along well when out with friends so why not ask Oona? I phoned her up and she was ecstatic! She moved in it was all cool. Although Oona and I liked each other, there was one thing about Oona: she was a neo-hippy girl. I'm not really a hippy. I like the fact that they care about the environment and will take a stand on issues and everything but there's a limit to how much hippy I can take. Oona wasn't really really really flakey hippy, she did like some punk but deep inside she was hippy none-the-less.

When I thought about Oona moving in, I didn't have really any objections to any of her lifestyle choices but as soon as I realized how much dope she smoked it got me a little unnerved. Here was Oona's daily itinerary:

Wake up. Smoke a joint.
Get ready for class. Smoke a joint.
Morning break. Smoke a joint
Lunch. Smoke a joint
Afternoon break. Smoke a joint
Walk home from school. Smoke a joint.
Get home. Smoke a joint.
Cook dinner. Smoke a joint.
Try to put out disasterous fire. Smoke a joint.
Listen to music, do homework, watch TV. Smoke a joint.
Go to bed. Smoke a joint.

She was constantly baked. CONSTANTLY.

I don't have anything against pot. What bothered me was the fact that Oona almost burnt down the house 11 times because she'd forget that she was cooking something. We went through so many pans and pots because she would forget they were on the burner. Eventually, she decided to move out and get another place. Fine, I'll just get another roommate.