so..... weird
if you didnt know already, i am a frequent weed smoker. i love the shit. you could even call me a pot head i guess. well in celebration of getting our tax return, chris and i went out to the 420 shop and bought a bong a couple weeks ago. its been the best thing ive ever spent money on. its so much better than smoking out of a bowl. a bit smelly, but still amazing. well anyways, yesterday after talking to my friend sim, i had the great idea to go to the 420 shop and buy a bag of salvia. if you dont know what it is, look it up. its crazy shit. and its actually legal. so jake went with me to purchase the stuff. we got the strongest we could get. so we come home, jon and rick are leaving, and chris is at work. so we go into the basement, play some ween, and set the bong up. jake takes the first hit, and immediately starts to feel it. i take a hit but start laughing cause jake is drooling on himself, so i didnt hold my hit at all. i feel it a little bit and feel like im sinking in the floor. so jake falls into the drums. and then he starts freaking out. i try to pull myself up, and im not tripping at all anymore. but jake is going nuts and im trying to calm him down. he starts asking me whats going on and where he is. i try to tell him that he just smoked a little and he is just having a trip and its okay. he turns and looks at me, and i get so scared. the look in his eye is so insane. he starts pulling himself to walk away, and im trying to keep him in the basement cause who knows what the fuck would happen if he would go upstairs. hes telling me he has no control over the left side of his body. he grabs my face and is calling my name like he is trying to wake me up from a dream. he runs to the stairs, where he takes a spill and cut his knee, goes upstairs (i am holding on to him the whole time trying to keep him still.) and we ended up outside in the snow, hugging each other. and then he goes, "sheryl, im going to tell you a story, its about a man." and that was the end of jakes trip. apparently he told me that when he tripped, and we were listening to ween, he felt like he was in a doll house and me and him were little kids. he started freaking out because he thought he was stuck in a dream and couldnt wake up. so his running through the house was him trying to escape the dream. so for the next half hour after that we just sat and talked about it trying to just get back to reality. so i get a little jealous and want to actually trip instead of just feel weird. jon and rick come home and we try telling them the story of jakes trip but they really just dont want to listen. so i was like fuck it, just watch me trip. before i take a hit, i tell jake to stay with me and just watch after me, just because i know he is one of my best friends and he wouldnt let me down. fo sho. so i take a hit off the bong, and it was pretty much immediately that i started to feel it. jake was talking to jon saying that i was going to trip like crazy and im going to go nuts, and i just look at him and start yelling that he wasnt helping me, that he needs to help me. so i start looking around the room. jake, jon and rick are staring at me and all of a sudden the room turned to glass. the walls seemed like they were very shiny and the boys looked like little glass figurines. so i get off the couch and run into the kitchen. when i go in the kitchen i start looking at the wallpaper. we have this wallpaper that looks like strawberry vines. well the vines started growing on me. so i go and lay in the corner of the kitchen and stare at the wall. then jake and rick come into the kitchen. they sit beside me and start doing crazy shit. i look at rick and he is trying to crawl through the cat door to the basement and i start laughing out of control. i am laughing to so hard that i start kicking the door, jake has to tell me to stop kicking. so then i sit up and rick starts doing crazy shit to me and everything is still fucking trippy. everything i see looks like its melting, breathing, or theres multiples. rick actually starts to scare me, its like hes a monster or something. i start saying "rick is doing it wrong" and i keep telling jake that he is "doing it right". but then gets in my face with a fork, and says something like "its the fork man." and i go "no, thats not right" and start crying. i dont know why i was crying. it was just way too much for me i guess. but when i started crying i started coming down from the trip. i remember telling jake that i wanted to listen to ween to make me feel better when i was crying. so i get up and walk in the living room, and i guess my trip convinced jon that he wanted to hit. so he took a hit, and he was so chill about it. he walked around the coffee table a couple times, sat on the couch and started laughing really hard. he was saying that it seemed as if there was a line split between him and the world, one was a good side, the other was bad. and he had to take the bad side because thats where we were standing. but im assuming he had a good trip. well later that night when chris came home, jake and i decided we would trip with him. i really dont know if its a good thing for three people to trip at once. i know me and chris hit the bong really hard, and took too much in. i basically dont remember anything that happened except when i started coming out of it. so apparently what happened was that me and chris both took a hit, jake didnt take too big of a hit and was pretty much able to watch everything that happened. so i take a hit and i go sit on jakes bed next to chris in the corner and theres a blank stare on my face so i am told because i dont rememeber doing any of this. me and chris were sitting back to back, and then started turning sitting down on jakes bed. then apparently rick started dancing with his hoody or something and i tell rick to stop. and i was very serious and very firm with everyone, and was telling everyone to calm down. i do remember coming out of my trip. apparently i was standing in the middle of jakes room and i was turning in circles, but in my mind it was like a movie. you know in the movies when someone is running, but the film shows pictures of them left behind. thats how it was and i think i was turning in circles because i felt that i needed to get everyone i looked at out of their shell, and they needed to leave their shells behind them. and the more and more i turned, the more i came out of the trip, everytime everyone would shed their shell, the better it felt. so i kept spinning in circles trying to get out of it. basically, my ocd was kicking in bad when i was tripping, i felt that i needed to make more circles to feel better. and then i look at jake and im like "what did you want?" and we sit and argue for about a minute about what he wanted from me, but he kept telling he didnt remember and not to worry about it, so then i felt like he was hiding something from me. so i pretty much get back to where i can actually function a bit, but im still loopy. i look at chris and he is laying on jakes bed with this look of "what the fuck just happened". i keep standing and im pretty much cuddling up to rick, and im burning hot and keep saying i wanted to go outside. so i go downstairs, and rick pours me a drink. it was the best drink i ever had. i really didnt like the second trip as much as the first only because i dont remember what happened and i had no control over myself like i did the first time. so basically, salvia kind of rules, and its kind of scary. i am done with this entry. its insane.