So I need to make a few corrections about what I said about the aftereffects of xanax in my last post. Xanax is one of those drugs that you wake up and you feel very odd unhappy and overall discontent. I actually think explaining the situation would be better than trying to think up a theory perspective. So I wake up this morning and instantly look at my alarm clock. I didn't set it the night before and god knows it could be 3 in the afternoon for all I know. I have a very slight recollection that my mother told me something this morning but I can't quite remember what she said. My house is empty and it is a weird feeling. I get up in somewhat of a panic and look around the house. It's raining and dreary outside and that upsets me a bit. I find enough ambition to make myself some toast with jelly on it and sit on my couch eating it. I then turn on Ellen in the living room and at some point after I finish eating my toast I lay on my stomach on the floor. I don't know why I decided to lay on the floor we have couches and I have tv in my bedroom. I feel like i''v been in my bedroom too long and don't want to go back in there. Aside from being groggy and a little bit clumsy nothing seems abnormal. I hear my mother come down the driveway and remember that she asked me to fold my clothes and put it away. I open the door for her and greet her and quicky scamper back into my bedroom. I lay down and open my laptop. Next to my laptop is my cellphone. I quickly grab it worrying my boyfriend has messaged me but he hasn't, so as I usually do every morning I text him with "Good morning". He replies with "Good morning hun, what happened to ya last night?". My heart drops thinking something terrible has happened and I try and think what the events of last night were. I can't remember a damn thing. I don't remember how we stopped talking I don't remember laying down I don't remember any of my usual activities. I open up my AIM logs and look under yesterdays IMs. Apparently around 10 my boyfriend left for a shower and I decided to take some xannies. He came back but then left to hook up his new xbox. Xanax kicks in very fast and I was begining to feeling the effects of it while he was away. I decided I didn't want to hold my laptop on my lap anymore so I put it down to lay on my bed and relax. Instead I was going to text my boyfriend and tell him to text me when he got back and I would come on. Unfortunately I past out shortly after without telling him anything. The funny thing is I fell asleep with my TV on and a bunch of clothes, external harddrive, and other things laying all over my bed which I usually don't do.
In my conclusion about xanax I really have no idea what the recreational value is. It is fun if you want to feel relaxed for about 30 minutes and the black out.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
I would do it again only because it's slightly addictive and i've done it 3 times this week. No more xanax for me.
This is the EDIT part because I was feeling a bit upset this morning:
Continuing where I left off at the part where was on my room obviously tying this entry n my laptop after my mother just came home I decided I was very tired. The time was about 11 and I layed down in a rather awkward and backwards position on my bed. I was woken by my mother talking through my door asking me why I wasn't answering her and the time was like 1 oclock. The xanax is defenitely still highly functional in my system and I feel like doing absolutely nothing. I up and decide i'[m going to lay in the sun because that would be the only way that I could lay semi unconcious in the middle of the afternoon that would be deemed socially acceptable. So I get on my bathing suit and am too lazy to grab my beach towel from the car so I grab a pillow and blanket off my bed and put it down on the deck outside. It doesn't take long for me to get so overly hot that I need to get into the shade. I feel the need to eat some sort of cold juicy refreshing fruit but all I can find in the fridge is a bag of old grapefruits. I grab one and peel it and decide that although grapefuits and orange do appear similar they are very different in their internal skins thickness. I spend about an hour picking the pull out of the internal skin surrounding each slice. My mother comes out and it is obvious I am acting weird. I don't have enough ambition to try and act normal so I say off the wall things such as "this grapefruit is very delicious and sweet and it isn't even sticky". Which was another off fact because I am pretty sure any fruit juice was sticky but this wasn't. I ate 3 enormous grapefruits. Well I do believe that that is the end of my xanax story
. No more xanax for me. It lasts far too long for my liking and I'd rather not sleep an entire day away or walk around like a droan because I am so groggy.
In my conclusion about xanax I really have no idea what the recreational value is. It is fun if you want to feel relaxed for about 30 minutes and the black out.
I would do it again only because it's slightly addictive and i've done it 3 times this week. No more xanax for me.This is the EDIT part because I was feeling a bit upset this morning:
Continuing where I left off at the part where was on my room obviously tying this entry n my laptop after my mother just came home I decided I was very tired. The time was about 11 and I layed down in a rather awkward and backwards position on my bed. I was woken by my mother talking through my door asking me why I wasn't answering her and the time was like 1 oclock. The xanax is defenitely still highly functional in my system and I feel like doing absolutely nothing. I up and decide i'[m going to lay in the sun because that would be the only way that I could lay semi unconcious in the middle of the afternoon that would be deemed socially acceptable. So I get on my bathing suit and am too lazy to grab my beach towel from the car so I grab a pillow and blanket off my bed and put it down on the deck outside. It doesn't take long for me to get so overly hot that I need to get into the shade. I feel the need to eat some sort of cold juicy refreshing fruit but all I can find in the fridge is a bag of old grapefruits. I grab one and peel it and decide that although grapefuits and orange do appear similar they are very different in their internal skins thickness. I spend about an hour picking the pull out of the internal skin surrounding each slice. My mother comes out and it is obvious I am acting weird. I don't have enough ambition to try and act normal so I say off the wall things such as "this grapefruit is very delicious and sweet and it isn't even sticky". Which was another off fact because I am pretty sure any fruit juice was sticky but this wasn't. I ate 3 enormous grapefruits. Well I do believe that that is the end of my xanax story
. No more xanax for me. It lasts far too long for my liking and I'd rather not sleep an entire day away or walk around like a droan because I am so groggy.
