Sprinklervibes
Bluelighter
I haven't seen any speed tripreports here. So I thought I'd post mine.
Prior to this, it had been about 8-9 months since my last speed use. I used to do speed once in a week maximum, no consecutive days. I used it at least once a month. Only once did I take a whole gram. Most of the time I only snorted half lines(about 8-10 in a bag) for a whole evening, just to give me some energy to stay awake around those other speeders I was with.
I bought a gram of speed saturday evening, with the intent of using it later, and probably one line in the week that followed.
Sunday: I didn't have anything to do the monday, so I decided to do it that evening. I had some weed and beer handy to ease the comedown. Before, during and after the experience I was pissed at myself for not being able to wait for the valium that should arrive soon. GRRR!
I arrive at my kot (studentroom) around 7ish, soon after my parents leave.
The day before I decided to put the speed in a weedbaggie instead of the paper envelope it was in, because it tends to suck up water over long periods of time, and I was going to keep on this for a long period. Offcourse there were some small holes in the baggie(from stems) and everytime I opened my wallet for a second, it was enough to stink up the room with that speed smell.
So I found a new and smaller baggie I used for hash and put it in there.
Speed is very messy to work with as it sticks to your chopping card, so you need two cards, to scrape it of the other card, and so on lol.
7:40 I took a line which was probably about 1/6 of the bag. It burned like it never did before.
It's been a while since I put things up my nose. The line hit me in all its' sweetness. An instant state of wellbeing, euphoria, the feeling of being untouchable, it was great. Rushes that reminded me of the few times that I didn't do small lines to stay awake.
This was strong speed, and I liked it. I was rushing my tits off, you know, that feeling of pins and needles that goes all over your body and inside your brain.
Every sensation, rubbing somewhere, smoking a cigarette, etc, unloads such a rush.
I'm posting on forums with ease, I can think about all the possibilities for the next sentence while I'm typing. My posts seem to make a lot more sense and are more readable than they do otherwise.
On MSN I'm chatting to people I've never even talked to before, and enjoying it a lot. I got a few "thanks for the chat" compliments when they went offline.
I also play some bassguitar, but my hands aren't fast enough to satisfy my train of thought. I put up some posters in my room which have been lying around for a month already now.
I talk with a friend to go swimming the day after. I thought, I might do a small line before going to the swimming pool.
Around 10:00 the euphoria has declined by only a small bit. In the next hour, I get a few thoughts that I'm not enjoying myself that much anymore. The standard speed paranoia, while I'm objectively still feeling as good as before.
I give in around 11:00 and do another line, this time half of the first line.
It picks me back up and I feel good untill around 2:00. I start drinking a few beers to numb that paranoid sensation. Smoke a bit of weed to keep me euphoric. It works good enough. I feel content. Around 4:00, I hit the sack, with the intention to sleep. It's hard to keep my eyes closed, as they've been spread wide for a long time already. Sleep doesn't come. I masturbate. For at least an hour. I lay there, unable to sleep. What really bugs me now, is that my tongue leads a live of its own. It keeps moving, twisting, curling.
I get up at 7, fairly energetic. As I come to my senses, I start feeling pretty shitty. I want to go get some bread, but I'm too paranoid that I won't be able to pronounce the word. I feel a general sense of shittiness, I don't think I'll have a good day, not having slept. I feel very unsure about certainities in my life. In retrospect this was the shittiest part of the comedown.
Fuck, my mouth hurts. My lips are wounded at every place where my teeth touches them, my tongue has painfull spots on it and under it. There is a painfull spot in the back of my throat.
I start feeling better by 10, after drinking lots of milk and eating a banana. I go get the bread, which wasn't that bad afterall. While walking trough my house, I'm scared to death to run into other students.
By noon I feel better, and after eating a warm meal (and a ton of it) I almost feel good. I spend the noon sitting after my PC, starting to feel tired. I ask my friend if she doesn't want to go swimming earlier, because I won't last much longer. We decide to go swimming the day after that, which is today.
A friend comes by, he thinks I look like shit from studying, yeahh
He asks me if I want to go to a friend of us to watch the start of the new season of Lost on his TV. I say sure, why not. So my friend sticks by untill around 7, we just socialize, I try studying somewhat, I'm not too motivated, but concentrating on something isn't that hard. He tries waxing his leg with a free sample I got. I tried the other half of the strip after he was done, it was terrible. I reckon the wax had cooled down too much already, when I ripped of the plastic, all of the wax stayed on my leg. Urgghh. I thought "hey I'll rub a paper in it and tear that off" well it made it even worse, now there were bits of paper stuck in my leg. I had to tear off the gel by hand, ripping out whole packs of hair at a time. I feel sorry for women, and am glad that I didn't was my chesthair...
Then I decide that I don't even like Lost or television in general, so I'm not coming with him. I just want to spend my evening in front of my PC with my last bit of weed, and then finally get some sleep.. Which I did. He calls me silly for staying home alone, but fuck that. He's not coming down from speed..
It's now tuesday and I feel good, not 100% but not much less either, just a little bit lethargic still. Except for my mouth, which is absolutely fucked beyond recognition. I never had it this bad before, not even when snorting a gram in a night or when mixing speed with pills. I washed my mouth with salty water yesterday and today, I hope it'll help.
Prior to this, it had been about 8-9 months since my last speed use. I used to do speed once in a week maximum, no consecutive days. I used it at least once a month. Only once did I take a whole gram. Most of the time I only snorted half lines(about 8-10 in a bag) for a whole evening, just to give me some energy to stay awake around those other speeders I was with.
I bought a gram of speed saturday evening, with the intent of using it later, and probably one line in the week that followed.
Sunday: I didn't have anything to do the monday, so I decided to do it that evening. I had some weed and beer handy to ease the comedown. Before, during and after the experience I was pissed at myself for not being able to wait for the valium that should arrive soon. GRRR!
I arrive at my kot (studentroom) around 7ish, soon after my parents leave.
The day before I decided to put the speed in a weedbaggie instead of the paper envelope it was in, because it tends to suck up water over long periods of time, and I was going to keep on this for a long period. Offcourse there were some small holes in the baggie(from stems) and everytime I opened my wallet for a second, it was enough to stink up the room with that speed smell.
So I found a new and smaller baggie I used for hash and put it in there.
Speed is very messy to work with as it sticks to your chopping card, so you need two cards, to scrape it of the other card, and so on lol.
7:40 I took a line which was probably about 1/6 of the bag. It burned like it never did before.
It's been a while since I put things up my nose. The line hit me in all its' sweetness. An instant state of wellbeing, euphoria, the feeling of being untouchable, it was great. Rushes that reminded me of the few times that I didn't do small lines to stay awake.
This was strong speed, and I liked it. I was rushing my tits off, you know, that feeling of pins and needles that goes all over your body and inside your brain.
Every sensation, rubbing somewhere, smoking a cigarette, etc, unloads such a rush.
I'm posting on forums with ease, I can think about all the possibilities for the next sentence while I'm typing. My posts seem to make a lot more sense and are more readable than they do otherwise.
On MSN I'm chatting to people I've never even talked to before, and enjoying it a lot. I got a few "thanks for the chat" compliments when they went offline.
I also play some bassguitar, but my hands aren't fast enough to satisfy my train of thought. I put up some posters in my room which have been lying around for a month already now.
I talk with a friend to go swimming the day after. I thought, I might do a small line before going to the swimming pool.
Around 10:00 the euphoria has declined by only a small bit. In the next hour, I get a few thoughts that I'm not enjoying myself that much anymore. The standard speed paranoia, while I'm objectively still feeling as good as before.
I give in around 11:00 and do another line, this time half of the first line.
It picks me back up and I feel good untill around 2:00. I start drinking a few beers to numb that paranoid sensation. Smoke a bit of weed to keep me euphoric. It works good enough. I feel content. Around 4:00, I hit the sack, with the intention to sleep. It's hard to keep my eyes closed, as they've been spread wide for a long time already. Sleep doesn't come. I masturbate. For at least an hour. I lay there, unable to sleep. What really bugs me now, is that my tongue leads a live of its own. It keeps moving, twisting, curling.
I get up at 7, fairly energetic. As I come to my senses, I start feeling pretty shitty. I want to go get some bread, but I'm too paranoid that I won't be able to pronounce the word. I feel a general sense of shittiness, I don't think I'll have a good day, not having slept. I feel very unsure about certainities in my life. In retrospect this was the shittiest part of the comedown.
Fuck, my mouth hurts. My lips are wounded at every place where my teeth touches them, my tongue has painfull spots on it and under it. There is a painfull spot in the back of my throat.
I start feeling better by 10, after drinking lots of milk and eating a banana. I go get the bread, which wasn't that bad afterall. While walking trough my house, I'm scared to death to run into other students.
By noon I feel better, and after eating a warm meal (and a ton of it) I almost feel good. I spend the noon sitting after my PC, starting to feel tired. I ask my friend if she doesn't want to go swimming earlier, because I won't last much longer. We decide to go swimming the day after that, which is today.
A friend comes by, he thinks I look like shit from studying, yeahh
He asks me if I want to go to a friend of us to watch the start of the new season of Lost on his TV. I say sure, why not. So my friend sticks by untill around 7, we just socialize, I try studying somewhat, I'm not too motivated, but concentrating on something isn't that hard. He tries waxing his leg with a free sample I got. I tried the other half of the strip after he was done, it was terrible. I reckon the wax had cooled down too much already, when I ripped of the plastic, all of the wax stayed on my leg. Urgghh. I thought "hey I'll rub a paper in it and tear that off" well it made it even worse, now there were bits of paper stuck in my leg. I had to tear off the gel by hand, ripping out whole packs of hair at a time. I feel sorry for women, and am glad that I didn't was my chesthair...
Then I decide that I don't even like Lost or television in general, so I'm not coming with him. I just want to spend my evening in front of my PC with my last bit of weed, and then finally get some sleep.. Which I did. He calls me silly for staying home alone, but fuck that. He's not coming down from speed..
It's now tuesday and I feel good, not 100% but not much less either, just a little bit lethargic still. Except for my mouth, which is absolutely fucked beyond recognition. I never had it this bad before, not even when snorting a gram in a night or when mixing speed with pills. I washed my mouth with salty water yesterday and today, I hope it'll help.
