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To smoke or not to smoke? That is the question resonating in the minds of burnt-out college students around the globe. As the decision is made and you either watch your friends roll up (trying to secretly learn from them in the process) or you make the walk of shame down to your plug (Mr. Exotic is a real one), there is another question that remains unanswered…what the hell is there to watch? Lucky for you, I dedicated a whole month of relaxing research as an answer. Here is a curated list of every movie or show I watched while high, hopefully you will too. 



How can a bunch of teenagers high out of their minds laze around without learning from the masters themselves? The quintessential stoner movie, Dazed and Confused is groundbreaking for the way it does…well, nothing. Richard Linklater fondly looks back at the lackadaisical nature of teenhood through the somewhat surreal lens of American suburbia. As tweens shiver in fear of the next chapter of their lives- pop quizzes, pre-calculus, growth spurts (or lack thereof), bulging pimples, the “talk”- they unexpectedly end up in the menacing jaws of older teens who have already been there, done that, and don’t need you getting in the way. Classic all-timer caricatures of pretty cheerleaders with rows of shark teeth, pretentious outcasts, lanky stoners with fast metabolism, dumb boys who probably mean well, and dumb boys who definitely don’t mean well exist as the main source of conflict. Despite their staggering circumstances on the public education food chain, what binds these stupid kids together is booze and boof. For those looking to turn their brain off and enjoy some good vibes, this movie is perfect to watch through the haze.



If you’re one of those sick freaks who always asks the rotation to watch a scary movie and always gets told no in response…me too. Let us forget everybody and hold hands, dance a pas de deux, and admit ourselves to the sinisterly prestigious Tanz Academy of Freiberg, Germany. I refer to Suspiria it as a poison dart frog of a movie; the fantastical, other-worldly presentation of fading vivid hues is enough to nab the attention of any unsuspecting cinemagoer from off the street and into the jaws of the murderous witches’ coven that the academy exists as a front for. Dario Argento sets the audience through the eyes of a young ballet student who experiences the worst first semester of her life. While her troubles of uncovering a murder mystery aren’t exactly relatable, the movie possesses you with a truly haunting score that punctures the feverishly dream cinematography. Unfathomably gory, unapologetically bloody, and un….settling, it is truly one of the best horror movies ever made. If you’re a part of the unlucky (but perhaps sensible and sane) population that hasn’t seen this movie, then text that dearly beloved plug of yours and spark up. You can sit back, but you won’t relax during this ride.



Why, oh, why did we lose the art of modernizing Shakespeare? Maybe then Gen-Z would finally have a teen flick that we can milk relentlessly the same way millennials milk Mean Girls. Sorry. Anyways, I truly think 10 Things I Hate About You is one of the most perfect teen movies of all time. Hailed for its star-stunning cast with star-stunning performances consisting of Heath Ledger as the town’s unusually Australian delinquent, Julia Stiles’s radical literary venom, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s breakthrough role as a bit of a cutie pie, the movie skillfully keeps the audience on its toes. Through its rotating cast of intensely peculiar character dynamics, the soul of the film’s originator, The Taming of The Shrew, is never lost on the audience. As you sit in bed either laughing at the nostalgia of needlessly complicated tween drama, or crying at the infamous poem/title-drop by a girl who hates what she loves and loves what she hates, shake your head at the absurdity of it all, and enjoy the ride.



Lynchian is a term that I find to be overused. It is rare to come across an instance of either reality or fiction where the useless, unmoving mundanity of the everyday collides perfectly with the ever-present lingering nature of the macabre, then fogged up by the hot breath of dream-like mystery. Wild At Heart is one of the more accessible movies by David Lynch due to its very simple concept; the world is hell, find love in it. A couple defined by their unruly antics of skin-tight leather pants, one-of-its-kind snakeskin leather jackets, Marlboros from the age of four, and the oozing sleaze of motel room lovemaking, Lulu (Laura Dern) and Sailor (Nicolas Cage) serve as the representative action figures of a facet of America unknown to itself. Newly exposed sin sticks out the flesh of Lynchian narratives where seemingly good people scuffle with the brutal nature of secret and what it means to exactly be evil in the first place. I will preface this with a warning that the movie portrays graphic themes of sexual violence against women, and Lynch should be generally avoided if things of that nature make you uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there can always be true romance found on the road to New Orleans.



Not everybody has the attention span long enough to sit down and focus for two hours…so sit down and zone out for eight hours straight instead. Nathan For You is a documentary-style reality series following the antics of Canada’s Nathan Fielder as he uses his business degree (that he earned by “getting really good grades”) to help improve struggling establishments. Majority of teens reading this article might recognize his voice from Tiktok; “I hope you’re hungry…for nothing!” The heart of the show’s comedy lies in Nathan’s incredibly awkward persona-but-not-really breaking social boundaries in even the most bizarre social conditions. Ranging from hiring blubbering actors looking to snub an Oscar at a funeral home to a brief cameo of Trisha Paytas in her barbie-bimbo prime, this show is bound to break your brain whether you’re high or completely sober. It is one of the funniest reality shows to grace television; Kris Jenner works hard, but Nathan Fielder works harder. 



Honorable mentions;

  • It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

  • Superbad

  • The Truman Show

  • Ghost World

  • John Tucker Must Die

  • Bottoms

  • Bodies Bodies Bodies


Written by Nariyah Gonzalez

Photography by Rose Miller

Talent: Rachel Lucas, Ethan Aronson, Sarah Lake



It was July, and with nothing much to do, Widney and I found ourselves in possession of some weed. So, naturally, we did the only thing that came to mind – we decided to embark on an adventure. Standing in line to enter the New York Aquarium in Coney Island, I glanced over at Widney, my best friend since 7th grade. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, mirroring my own. It was our first time going out in public this high, and we trusted each other implicitly for this experience.



Earlier, we had shared some infused gummies, and now as we stepped through the entrance, the air of the aquarium enveloped us. We carried the scent of saltwater and marine life with us as we ventured further into the exhibits.


"Whoa," Widney whispered, her voice filled with wonder, as we entered the first exhibit. Neon jellyfish pulsed gracefully in illuminated tanks, casting an ethereal glow. We stood there, transfixed by the mesmerizing display, our senses heightened by the effects of the gummies, the warmth outside and it made the effects hit us even harder.



"It's like we're underwater," I said, a sense of awe while a jellyfish flew by my face.


"Yeah, like we're part of the ocean," Widney replied, her eyes wide with wonder. "Oh my god, what if the fish look at us as mythical creatures in awe, like we look at them"


I slowly turned to her and just stared and said "Bitchhhh, imagine" 

 

We wandered through the exhibits, marveling at the kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that surrounded us. Brightly colored fish darted between intricate coral formations, their scales shimmering in the artificial light. We giggled like we were 13 again going to the deli after school except now were bored graduates with no jobs and a tone of weed lost in the beauty of the underwater world.



As we reached the shark tank, Widney's hand found mine, squeezing it tight. Towering glass walls separated us from the fierce predators that prowled within. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, matching the rhythm of my pounding heart.


"Chloe these sharks are scaring the shit outta me. What if the glass is just hard plastic and jumps out at us," Widney said, her voice tinged with excitement and fear.


"Shut up if it was it would have broken by now, plus they're also kind of majestic," I replied, feeling a sense of care for the powerful creatures before us.


As we lingered by the shark tank, our thoughts drifted to distant memories and cherished moments. Sharing stories of childhood adventures and teenage escapades, Widney and I laughed until tears streamed down our faces. We even delved into our weird inside jokes, like the one about crystals being in rocks and ants living inside them with rocketships – a story that always left us in tears.



Surrounded by the beauty and mystery of the ocean, I felt an unparalleled closeness to Widney. While we had shared many high moments, this one felt particularly special. She was more than just a friend; she was a kindred spirit, someone I trusted to share these experiences with. At that moment, I knew she was someone I could see being in my life forever, the one person I felt truly comfortable being this high around.


As we emerged from the aquarium, blinking in the harsh glare of the outside world, Widney turned to me with a smile.


"That was amazing, I'm so glad we did this," she said, her eyes shining with happiness.


"Yeah, it was, and I am too Nini" I replied, feeling a sense of gratitude for the experience we had shared.



As we sank into the cold seats of the N train, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Widney and I had just experienced something truly special, an adventure that would etch itself into the fabric of our friendship forever. Despite the fading effects of the gummies, the memories of that day burned brightly in my mind.


Arriving back at Widney's house, the high began to wear off, but our spirits remained lifted. When I accidentally dropped my jacket on her bed, a preroll tumbled out, sparking laughter between us. Without hesitation, we grabbed the preroll, slipped our jackets back on, and set off into the night.



Walking through the familiar streets of our youth, we reminisced about simpler times, our laughter punctuated by the occasional munchies-induced craving for Nerds ropes. With each step, I felt our bond strengthening, reinforced by shared experiences and inside jokes.


Returning home, hand in hand, our eyes bloodshot from laughter and adventure, we settled in for our "high show" on Netflix. As the credits rolled, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for Widney's presence in my life.



At that moment, I knew that our friendship was unbreakable, forged through laughter, shared experiences, and the occasional indulgence in gummies and prerolls. And as we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel blessed to have Widney by my side, not just on that unforgettable day, but every day.


Written By Chloe Kaleah Stewart

Photography by Alec Conwell

Creative Director, Stylist, Production Manager: Jazzi Almestica

Production Assistance: Geo Mojica, Chloe Kaleah Stewart, Bella Amario

Green, Pink, and Blue Crochet Tops by Jazzi Almestica

Orange Crochet Set: @_imhooked_ on Instagram

Videography: Geo Mojica

Talent: Sierra Cruz, Thalia Bazile, Soobin Cho, Rama Ndiaye, Aloka Nanayakkara, Daniela Altamirano



You did it again. You just got home from your night class or the closing shift at the restaurant. Maybe you just got back from the bars and couldn’t fathom the night coming to an end so soon. You have to be up in 8 hours and that discussion post which is three days late isn’t going to write itself, but nevertheless, you still did it. You grabbed that bong and the nearest lighter and ripped it like there’s no tomorrow. We get it, we’ve all been there. When the best remedy is to indulge in the Devil’s Lettuce, the only thing you should be worrying about is an impending hedonic feeding, a craving for foods such as sweets and engineered foods for the sake of pleasure. Also known as the munchies, we asked the staff at 47 Magazine about their go-to munchies/late-night snacks.


All I wanna do is drink chai by the beach 

I’ve been in an iced chai latte phase lately. With around the same caffeine content as a bottle of Coca-Cola, you can bring it to the beach (if bringing coffee to the beach is your thing, of course).


Cake By the Ocean (the East River)

Editor-in-Chief Mark Bluemle can be found craving Chocolate Hostess CupCakes. With a creamy filling, these mini cakes can be found at your local bodega and go perfectly with a mango smoothie.


Something salty, something sweet.

47 Editor-at-Large Lucy Anderson prefers a bag of salt and vinegar chips, with a side of watermelon Sour Patch Kids. Served with a glass of Diet Coke or Gingerale, this late-night snack is complete. 


No thoughts, just blueberries

Writers Nathan Zierlein and J.D. Valdepenas’ go-to snack is a bowl of blueberries. Fresh fruit like blueberries is the perfect addition to a healthy diet as a college student.


No fun without Funyuns

Diana Victoria’s obsession with Funyuns is all too relatable. The onion-flavored corn chip is deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize, according to the writer.


A new strand of snack

Pepperoni slices with cream cheese are the perfect little side snack, according to writer Chloe-Kaleah Stewart. Going to go try this now.


The apple of my high

It’s the little things that matter, especially with peanut butter. Entertainment writer Mary Leer says that repurposing an apple pipe by cutting the apple and then drenching the slices in crunchy peanut butter is the perfect low-waste, 4/20-specific nibble.


Lost in the jalapeño sauce

The spicy green sauce goes perfectly with roasted potatoes or as taco dressing, from my experience working part-time at a Tex-Mex restaurant.


Written by Joe St. Pierre



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