I usually don't write trip reports. I just had the desire to post this one though, because it was an unexpected, powerful experience.
My tolerance is really high. I guess it started to go up when my use went from weekly social smoking to everyday dependant smoking (I don't care what anyone says, pot is addicting). I've smoked at least a gram a day for about 6-9 months. Before that it was the same on average or more for a year and a half, but heavy smoking a few times a week rather than everyday and alone. I'm really stoned right now and think I'm starting to ramble, so I'll get to the point.
I'm used to just taking a few hits every few hours of the day, and hanging out in my room comfortable with everything. I smoke with my family, and let my plant's get sun in the backyard, no concern. So I'm not used to being high in high risk situations. It really intensifies the high!
On thursday, my friends H, J and me decided to leave school at lunch, get some food and smoke some weed. Time was short, so we grabbed the grub and bong and walked back tword school. We found a place to smoke, but it was pretty obvious to anyone who walked by so we did it quickly. My backpack has built in speakers so we were listening to Pink Floyd - Time and smoking "Black Widow" (according to my friend) out of the bong. I decided to try out part of the sack I'd bought that morning, and packed a big bowl. It was homegrown from the mountains near where I live, and I didn't know what to expect because of the low price. I took the biggest hit I could to get the real flavor.. damn!! Big headrush and almost instant high. I felt so peaceful. I took a few more hits after my lungs had a rest, and we headed to class.
I like to do my drugs alone. Sometimes with a friend or two. Big groups are ok if it's someone else's house and plenty of weed I guess, but it's nothing I desire. So I don't usually get high before I go to class. Sometimes in the morning I take a hit or two just to get me out of bed, but it just makes me tired after an hour so I try not to. I guess I have been getting high during school a lot lately, but this weed was differant. It was ok in looks, you could tell it was homegrown but it was dense and had lots of trichs. Very fruity taste and smell, but stems didn't burn well when I couldn't manage to pick them out.
Well I walk up the giant hill to the basketball courts, then the second giant hill, to the portable classrooms. I was covered in sweat because of the heat wave here lately, and 10 minutes late. The teacher knows how I am, so thought it'd be ok. That wasn't the problem though. As soon as I walked in the door, everything was weird. Psychedelic.. honest to god! I haven't had that feeling since I was a beginner to smoking. Everything was moving in flashes, sort of like having a head rush over and over really fast for a few seconds. But I didn't lose balance and got to my desk. I just closed my eyes and listened to the noises of the classroom. Everyone was supposed to be reading silently, and every little sound I could hear was so odd. Like it was coming right at me, from all around, and could be made by all kinds of things that I couldn't see. I was Baked.
I noticed something really odd. Back when I was younger, I talked out in class constantly, to get attention I guess.. and in the last year or so I just completely shut up. I never say a word. But this day was differant. I was so social. I'm known as a social guy and everyone knows me and I'm by no means shy, but I just space out and sit in class usually. I was talking to the teacher and people I usually wouldn't ever want to conversate with. The stupid things all the 'ghetto' kids did that usually pissed me off really entertained me this day. And I felt soo comfortable. The light, melty feeling. Couch lock I guess. I'm lucky to be in a class where I don't have to talk or look up if I don't want to, because the teacher's so distracted with the dumb kids that throw things all over every time she looks away.
Meh, maybe this isn't such a cool experience afterall, but to me it was. I'm used to a certain dulled high (compared to earlier smoking days). I don't know if it was the strain or what but it stands out in my mind so much, because I didn't even smoke more than half a gram of it. And it's dirt cheap when its around
.. Guess I just wrote this because I'm bored, waiting for my friend to get here, and stoned as hell remonicing (sp?)..
My tolerance is really high. I guess it started to go up when my use went from weekly social smoking to everyday dependant smoking (I don't care what anyone says, pot is addicting). I've smoked at least a gram a day for about 6-9 months. Before that it was the same on average or more for a year and a half, but heavy smoking a few times a week rather than everyday and alone. I'm really stoned right now and think I'm starting to ramble, so I'll get to the point.
I'm used to just taking a few hits every few hours of the day, and hanging out in my room comfortable with everything. I smoke with my family, and let my plant's get sun in the backyard, no concern. So I'm not used to being high in high risk situations. It really intensifies the high!
On thursday, my friends H, J and me decided to leave school at lunch, get some food and smoke some weed. Time was short, so we grabbed the grub and bong and walked back tword school. We found a place to smoke, but it was pretty obvious to anyone who walked by so we did it quickly. My backpack has built in speakers so we were listening to Pink Floyd - Time and smoking "Black Widow" (according to my friend) out of the bong. I decided to try out part of the sack I'd bought that morning, and packed a big bowl. It was homegrown from the mountains near where I live, and I didn't know what to expect because of the low price. I took the biggest hit I could to get the real flavor.. damn!! Big headrush and almost instant high. I felt so peaceful. I took a few more hits after my lungs had a rest, and we headed to class.
I like to do my drugs alone. Sometimes with a friend or two. Big groups are ok if it's someone else's house and plenty of weed I guess, but it's nothing I desire. So I don't usually get high before I go to class. Sometimes in the morning I take a hit or two just to get me out of bed, but it just makes me tired after an hour so I try not to. I guess I have been getting high during school a lot lately, but this weed was differant. It was ok in looks, you could tell it was homegrown but it was dense and had lots of trichs. Very fruity taste and smell, but stems didn't burn well when I couldn't manage to pick them out.
Well I walk up the giant hill to the basketball courts, then the second giant hill, to the portable classrooms. I was covered in sweat because of the heat wave here lately, and 10 minutes late. The teacher knows how I am, so thought it'd be ok. That wasn't the problem though. As soon as I walked in the door, everything was weird. Psychedelic.. honest to god! I haven't had that feeling since I was a beginner to smoking. Everything was moving in flashes, sort of like having a head rush over and over really fast for a few seconds. But I didn't lose balance and got to my desk. I just closed my eyes and listened to the noises of the classroom. Everyone was supposed to be reading silently, and every little sound I could hear was so odd. Like it was coming right at me, from all around, and could be made by all kinds of things that I couldn't see. I was Baked.
I noticed something really odd. Back when I was younger, I talked out in class constantly, to get attention I guess.. and in the last year or so I just completely shut up. I never say a word. But this day was differant. I was so social. I'm known as a social guy and everyone knows me and I'm by no means shy, but I just space out and sit in class usually. I was talking to the teacher and people I usually wouldn't ever want to conversate with. The stupid things all the 'ghetto' kids did that usually pissed me off really entertained me this day. And I felt soo comfortable. The light, melty feeling. Couch lock I guess. I'm lucky to be in a class where I don't have to talk or look up if I don't want to, because the teacher's so distracted with the dumb kids that throw things all over every time she looks away.
Meh, maybe this isn't such a cool experience afterall, but to me it was. I'm used to a certain dulled high (compared to earlier smoking days). I don't know if it was the strain or what but it stands out in my mind so much, because I didn't even smoke more than half a gram of it. And it's dirt cheap when its around
.. Guess I just wrote this because I'm bored, waiting for my friend to get here, and stoned as hell remonicing (sp?)..
