EV-inc
Bluelighter
This is my first trip report on BL so far, and this also happened not too long ago today so please excuse me If I sound like an utter fool ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
I'm trying my hardest to remember!
Other tokers - Pastro, Cass, Leanne, and myself all very experienced with weed.
Scenario - Patros's verrrryy trippy interesting and chill room.
Stash - about 7 grams
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So i went down to the school when they got out since I hadn't attended today...and I saw the girls on their way to pastro's house and they were going to blaze, they had about 6 and a half grams on them...then when we were walking we stumbled on a -low and behold- very FAT dime bag just lying there on the ground by the bus!! Verrrrrry dope and very lucky, I would be pissed if i lost weed like this shit! Anyways we got back and chill in her room smoke it all and just literally trip out. Everything was moving in frames for me, I'd look at one thing n then before i could move to the next everything would freeze and i would have to go over everything i had took in and let it register in my mind before I could move on. My body was swaying back and forth and it seemed as if I was underwater, I would zone out staring at the other people in the room and analyze them deeply. I couldn't hear my thoughts though..I knew i was doing it but i wasn't too sure what I was thinking. I was ecstatic, I was so baked and loving it! Patro brought up how when you shook your head back and forth you could "feel your brain hitting the side of your head" so we all sat there shaking our heads and yapping on about that for who knows how long, probably depicting the actual image of a bunch of teenage girls just totally ripped..It made me think about Ive become the girl I used to be afraid of when I was younger, but even worse, very weird.. anyways her room has tons of writing and tripped out pictures all over her room so I grabbed a sharpie and went and wrote my own longgg message on her mirror..I don't remember much of what I wrote except for "Call it wutchu wanna call it I'ma fuckin alcoho--..." I was writing in time to the song when I for some reason thought I was spelling the word wrong so i put right after the first try..."*I MEAN* Alchoholic!!!" lol I laughed about that for wayyy too long. There was a particular quote written on the wall that impacted me..it said "Life without goals is like running a race with no finish line" Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my godd! It was so true and everything just made so much sense..Afterwards I was just laying on the ground dazing out on the clouds on her ceiling. I was smoking a cigarette and when i exhaled the smoke they would swirl upwards and seem to join into the cloud, it was very mesmerizing. Soon enough it was time for me to leave...due to my mother bitching and complaining as usual so I ambled my way down to the bus stop probably looking like an absolute baker, stumbling all over teh side walk, walking really fast and then realllly slow...eyes bleeding and open as much as i could (which wasnt very much)
A very heavy paranoia set in on me and i began to think people inj cars driving by were out to get me (since i had gotten chased by some weird ass mother fucker the day before8( ) and i started thinking about how choked I would be if anyone tried anything with me because I was not in the mood to be messed with ( I sometimes get a little violent when Im in the high/burning out phase..8) ) There were other people on the streets and once i heard them talk i could hear them echoing forever in my mind even though they were long gone and it was like a new conversation everytime it happened. A car drove by blaring "lean back" and the song followed me all the way home....Halfway though I got too lazy and just got off the bus and told a friend to come pick me up and drive me home..and now..here I am! More dead than alive but quite happy
. Probably not the best report...but I tried! I'm having a little trouble concentrating on the key points of this day..I'll add them when I remember!
I'm trying my hardest to remember!Other tokers - Pastro, Cass, Leanne, and myself all very experienced with weed.
Scenario - Patros's verrrryy trippy interesting and chill room.
Stash - about 7 grams
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So i went down to the school when they got out since I hadn't attended today...and I saw the girls on their way to pastro's house and they were going to blaze, they had about 6 and a half grams on them...then when we were walking we stumbled on a -low and behold- very FAT dime bag just lying there on the ground by the bus!! Verrrrrry dope and very lucky, I would be pissed if i lost weed like this shit! Anyways we got back and chill in her room smoke it all and just literally trip out. Everything was moving in frames for me, I'd look at one thing n then before i could move to the next everything would freeze and i would have to go over everything i had took in and let it register in my mind before I could move on. My body was swaying back and forth and it seemed as if I was underwater, I would zone out staring at the other people in the room and analyze them deeply. I couldn't hear my thoughts though..I knew i was doing it but i wasn't too sure what I was thinking. I was ecstatic, I was so baked and loving it! Patro brought up how when you shook your head back and forth you could "feel your brain hitting the side of your head" so we all sat there shaking our heads and yapping on about that for who knows how long, probably depicting the actual image of a bunch of teenage girls just totally ripped..It made me think about Ive become the girl I used to be afraid of when I was younger, but even worse, very weird.. anyways her room has tons of writing and tripped out pictures all over her room so I grabbed a sharpie and went and wrote my own longgg message on her mirror..I don't remember much of what I wrote except for "Call it wutchu wanna call it I'ma fuckin alcoho--..." I was writing in time to the song when I for some reason thought I was spelling the word wrong so i put right after the first try..."*I MEAN* Alchoholic!!!" lol I laughed about that for wayyy too long. There was a particular quote written on the wall that impacted me..it said "Life without goals is like running a race with no finish line" Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my godd! It was so true and everything just made so much sense..Afterwards I was just laying on the ground dazing out on the clouds on her ceiling. I was smoking a cigarette and when i exhaled the smoke they would swirl upwards and seem to join into the cloud, it was very mesmerizing. Soon enough it was time for me to leave...due to my mother bitching and complaining as usual so I ambled my way down to the bus stop probably looking like an absolute baker, stumbling all over teh side walk, walking really fast and then realllly slow...eyes bleeding and open as much as i could (which wasnt very much)
A very heavy paranoia set in on me and i began to think people inj cars driving by were out to get me (since i had gotten chased by some weird ass mother fucker the day before8( ) and i started thinking about how choked I would be if anyone tried anything with me because I was not in the mood to be messed with ( I sometimes get a little violent when Im in the high/burning out phase..8) ) There were other people on the streets and once i heard them talk i could hear them echoing forever in my mind even though they were long gone and it was like a new conversation everytime it happened. A car drove by blaring "lean back" and the song followed me all the way home....Halfway though I got too lazy and just got off the bus and told a friend to come pick me up and drive me home..and now..here I am! More dead than alive but quite happy . Probably not the best report...but I tried! I'm having a little trouble concentrating on the key points of this day..I'll add them when I remember!
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