A FEW DAYS AGO

Blogging about them, I am. 

Oldest first, a few lulz with my DXM trip.
DXM is an abbreviation for the chemical: DEXTROMETHORPHAN, which is a cough supressant. Triple C's is what I did, which is a box of Coricidin Cough and Cold (it is also the same chemical found in Robitussin, which is commonly known as a Robo-trip). They are a box of 16 count, 30mg DXM pills, which are shaped like skittles and have a candy coating (they taste pretty good, too). It takes about 30 minutes from the initial consumption for it's effects to begin, so it's weird. It's like everything is normal until small things just start looking different, and you start hearing weird noises and other stuff. It's not as strong as an acid trip but when you do anywhere between 200-900mg of DXM at a time, it's quite a trip. (In other words, doing 8 Triple C's is about norm what people take to trip off of, but you can take a whole box and it's even stronger.)

Here's the story. 

Me and my friend Storm were staying together last weekend, and decided to do some Triple C's one night. THe way you buy them, you must be 18, go into walgreens to the pharmacy counter and act like you have a cold and ask for the "Coricidin Cold Medicine because it looks like they ran out on the shelf" (there will be an empty slot for them on the shelf, but they are never there because of DXM tripping, so you have to ask for them at the counter. so it's for the sake of acting innocent and not like you're gonna trip on them so they don't call the cops or anything, being an 18 year old pot head, that' an easy thing to happen) and act like you have a cold, they ID you and ring it up. It's always akward buying them. But you can be creative, like write up a small shopping list in sloppy handwriting, and act like you're shopping for someone else and list a few things at other stores and under "Walgreens" just write it on the list, and ask the person for help that you need to find this thing, if they can read the handwriting cause you cant.. It's fun being creative. 

Well, we picked them up and decided to visit his mom in search of a little marijuana. He got a phone call from his gorlfriend and she broke up with him, then we decided to leave and visit her for a moment to talk things out, which didn't work... so we drove back to his brother's house (we were staying in his basement) and he was ready to trip to take his mind off of her. We watched a few funny videos on youtube to begin with and then took out the pills and split the box (240mg each, it's a decent trip)... We continued to watch funny videos and got bored so we smoked a couple bowls to hopefull set off the trip, since we didn't feel anything. since that wasn't working we decided to take a walk around the room, he went first and started playing with two pool sticks saying how cool it would be to use them as drumsticks. He did not know he was starting to trip. HE said the walk around the room felt good so he thought he might be feeling a little something, like a slight head-change but that could have been the pot so he wasn't sure if the CCC's kicked in yet. I took my walk and as soon as I stood up i felt a little dizzy. I shrugged it off, saying that I just stood up too fast, but something was urging me to throw these 5 stuffed puppies at storm. IT was just like the puppies were telling me to throw them (I wasn't full out halucinating yet, just the urge, like a strong feeling to do it). I started to wish the puppies were talking to me. 

I took one puppy and threw it. I missed. Storm didn't notice. I threw another one and it hit his laptop screen and landed in his lap. I laughed. I threw the third one and it hit him in the face. I laughed harder. I flung the fourth one and it flew over his head. I still laughed even harder. I threw the fifth one and I don't even remember where it went cause by that time I was laughing so hard I didn't even watch the puppy fly. 

I decided to head over and see what he was talking about with the pooldrumsticks. I asked, "wouldn't it be a bitch to hit the bass and high hat pedals?" then I started doing some weird dance acting like I was stepping forward to hit the pedals and still drumming with two poolsticks in my arms. I kept it up till I smacked him in the head with one of the poolsticks and decided to sit back down before I hurt someone. 

I then complained that I still wasn't feeling the DXM and that the puppies and drumstick antics was just the pot. Little did I know it had already started. I needed to go take a shit, so I headed to the bathroom. I saw a small shadow of an old electric heater cord and thought it looked odd... It then turned out to be the tail of a mouse that was in the bathroom, so I finished my business and told storm there was a mouse in the bathroom and we should squash it. We went to look and couldn't find it, just the cord's shadow and dirty clothes. We gave up soon and went back to the computers sitting on the table. We found some videos that were supposed to trip you out without even being high and watched them. We looked at the wall after it was down and everything was going wavey. I was about to lose faith in DXM for good cause I still didn't feel like I was tripping. Usually when you trip on somehting you get a "high" feeling then all your wild images. DXM is a little different. You feel exactly the same, but things just start happening weird. If you've never tripped before, DXM would be a good beginner drug cause it's halucinations are mild, it pretty much is like you're awake having a dream, unlike acid that's like everything become so clear and strange and trippin balls hardcore. 

After watching a couple videos, Storm started feeling sick staring at the wavey walls and decided to lay on the bed for a while. I watched some more videos. I got bored. I decided to fuck with Storm. Storm has a low tolerance for DXM because he's slightly allergic to the drug and he trips worse than most people off of it. He told me that the last time we did it at my house he was in my room sleeping while I was on the couch, and he layed awake and said my walls turned into pillows and my brother had a demonic voice when he came over in the morning. 

I took an 8 pound rubber ball (it looks like those walmart bouncy balls but it's full of sand) and threatened to throw it at him several times, watching him freak out and put his hands up to catch it while laying on the bed. I tossed it aside and picked up a child's chair made of light foam and a felt covering and tossed it at his head. He freaked out and flung it across the room, noticing I just threw a chair at him (it weighed virtually nothing). 

He then said while he was laying there, he was staring at the TV (which was turned off) into the reflection and saw a guy dancing behind him on the reflection but was too scared to turn around and see him. I got pissed off cause he was trippin and I wasn't (even though I was, I just didn't know it) and wanted to smoke a cigarette. He agreed, and we walked into the bathroom to look for the mouse again (WTF???). We then put on our coats and headed upstairs (we stayed in the basement). We forgot to turn in a light on our way thorugh the kitched to th eback door and it looked like the darkness was a solid mass I was walking though, it was so weird. It took him a second to unlock the door, but when we were outside I told him I was freaking out in the kitchen, like the dark was a black furry "bubble". I then admitted that I was starting to feel the trip. We lit up and ventured off the porch to look at some stuff while on DXM. I didn't look off at anything cause I was too intrigued by the glowing cherry of my cigarette. I took it and moved it in small patterns in front of me, completely mesmerized to the point I just HAD to share the joy. 

I took my cigarette and waved it in random patterns in front of Storm's face, but he started yelling for me to quit and that it was making him sick. I stopped and took a couple hits, and he walked over to the edge of the driveway and started puking in the yard. A dog barked in the neighbor's yard in front of us, which made me aware of my surroundings... that I was outside and to not focus on storm but to turn around and make sure nothing's behind me. No, I didn't not realize I was outside until the dog barked. I turned around to see Clay's Truck in the driveway, it's face staring at me... It started to scare me, so we walked around to the other side of the truck to the other half of the driveway. I ran when I got next to the truck because there was water on the concrete and I wanted to get through it without it turning into vines and grabbing my ankles like I imagined it (it was near midnight, but streetlights from far off kinda gave us a little bit of light to see by). After I escaped the truck, storm started puking off the other side of the driveway. I laughed then looked up at him as he kept walking into the woods. Suddenly he vanished!

I freaked out, cause I could not see him anymore, and that big black bear was coming straight towards me from the woods. My best friend just got eaten by a bear. I looked to the left and saw a giant turtle reflecting off the light shining from the ground-level basement window. I hid behind the truck and stared off a different direction towards the woods. The bare trees in the dim light looked creepy so, I put out my cigarette and headed back in. I had to swim through the solid blackness of the kitchen again to get back to the basement, my only safe haven. I sat back at the computer to regain my thoughts, and Storm headed back down the stairs a few minutes later. I realized that the bear was just storm who had stepped into a shadow and vanished, when I saw him heading back out of the woods I thought it was a bear. 

I told him outside at night is a bad trip. He went to the bathroom and puked again. He said he didn't feel bad that he puked but he still blamed it on me waving my cigarette. I sat in front of the computer for a few minutes when he came back out of the bathroom and layed back down in bed. I searched for more videos but didn't watch anymore but a screamer which I turned off the computer. Storm's laptop was still on next to me, and I heard a little evil laugh come from it, which freaked me out. I tried to boot Grand Fantasia but it started flashing and the enemy coming at me killed me cause it freaked me out. The screen suddenly went black and the computer laughed again, so I closed it and turned out the light and went and layed down in bed. THere was a bit of light in the room coming from the large computer monitor I forgot to turn off and the electric fireplace beside the bed. I layed down next to Storm (because I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality to sleep in the same bed as my best friend) and stared at the celing, which like most basement ceilings was rafters. I started freaking out that the rafter was going to fall on my head so I looked to my right towards the light of the computer monitor to comfort me and turn my trip good again. There was a large almost like a closet space directly across from the light, so I could see a big black square in the wall. I focused on it cause it was scary, I didn't want anything coming out of it. I then started to hear a goraning noise (it turned out to be the Aic Conditioning, I think) and decided to direct my focus to these two big columns in the center of the basement. It looked like the sillouette of the twin towers, then it looke dlike legs. They started moving closer to me and I switched my focus elsewhere. I looked on a round table where some junk was laying... It started to look like little shadow people dancing on it, and it amused me for a little while, until I rememberd what storm said earlier, so I turned my back to that side of the room and faced the TV. I don't think I focused on the TV at all because I noticed the VCR above it was making weird patterns with different colored light and it amused me some more. I then noticed some chair off in a dark corner of the room which looked like it was spinning around and around, then I noticed something (I still haven't figured out what that was) that looked like a strange angled something... it almost reminded me of a solid black Porygon or something all 3D and full of angles, but it was like stretching from one wall to the bedside table, which I though was weird. I rolled back over cause the spinning chair was feaking me out, reminding me of a haunted house or something and I didn't want to think of bad things cause it would freak me out. I saw the two giant legs again, but they were also angled between the round table and the floor right in front of the bed now. It confused me, so I layed on my back and looked at a piece of the ceiling, afraid it was going to fall on me, until I saw little people holding it up and telling me that I can go to sleep and they won't let it fall on me. I told them that I trust them, and dozed off watching them work. 

I woke up the next morning, and Storm was already awake. HE then told me that he didn't sleep at all, staring at the same spot in the ceiling as me afraid it was going to fall so he had to watch it all night to make sure it didn't. Our trip was gone now, and we went outside to finish our cigarettes. HE looked to make sure he didn't puke any in the driveway and I walked over to where the giant turtle was. It turned out just to be a kiddie pool shaped like a turtle, but it was still scary. We started telling each other about our trips and how badly we both freaked out and deducted it's a bad idea to watch trippy videos on the internet then go outside at night while tripping. It causes bad halucinations, almost like nightmares. We then got off talking about wanting to do acid during the day and hang out in a park or something. By far, that has been my strangest DXM trip, but even better, I can remember very vividly almost every single thing, almost like it were a really weird dream, and one of those you can remember from when you were like 5 years old. It was awesome.

Everywhere I go...

... no jobs. 

I am jobless and broke. My car finally kicked the bucket and the transmission died out. It started with the speed sensor, and now the transmission. R.I.P. old whitey. I could get you repaired, but it would cost more than what I payed for you. I'm too cheap for that. 

Aside from dead car and no job, I am quite happy for the most part. Minimal school and sex almost every day whilst looking around for jobs makes this guy pretty happy. I'm trying to get on with AT&T as a CSR. That's also where Aaron, Erica's brother works, so I've got a decent reference. I really hope I get it, 9.52 an hour will help my life so much. 

ok, I'm bored typing his now. I'm hungry.

I should really keep this stuff updated.

So that all the people who probably will never read this will know the useless information going on with my life. 

Potentially Useful Info: I am writing a book and conducting an important study on a certain mentality. Possible exercpts coming soon. Along with those, I'm also doign an experiment and working at camp this summer. Only one person knows about this experiment at the current moment, and I trust him to keep it a secret until I find out if it will pass or fail yet. 

Now I'm going to bed. Yeah. 

HIRED... Fo' Shizzle :D

Moar Fazoli's. Yes, moar Fazoli's.

Today I went in for orientation, where I filled out the hour's worth of boring paperwork that comes with any legal job in America. I was officially hired today, and I start work on Tuesday at 4:30pm (typing the time so that my conceited self, when I decide to read over my blog every day like I normally do, will remember to go to work on Tuesday xD) after the second day of school.

But back to today.
After the paperwork-filling-out-ness, I got to wait for the manager a little while, who, coincidentally has the same name as my mom (first and last), for her to bring me the shirt that goes with my uniform and to do the manager/boss stuff that they normally have to do, like go over safety regulations and bullshit that makes little-to-no sense (in my mind anyway). Afterwards, I went home and enjoyed dinner, then I farted around the internet some, during which event I got to have a good conversation with the love of my life, and write this blog post. 

And if you read this, Geuss, I want you to know that I love you reguardless of anything else. You've been the only person in this world who's caught me this well, and I never want to let go :)... and hopefully our conversation tonight has brought us even closer together, which would be my only wish. 

The Bogard Excursion.

I meant to be on last night, but a chain of events caused me to stay in another city last night with no internet access.

My friend, Bogard, called to see if I could help him load his truck because he was moving out, and into an apartment in the next city over, so I agreed, I thought it would only be a two-hour job.

I told my parents that I would probably be home by 9. It was about 7 at the time.

I get to his house, and he realized that we needed to go to Wal-mart and get a copy of the apartment key made for Sean, his roomate. We were about to take his truck, but his mom had to leave while we were going to be gone, and his little brother was still there, and there were only two seats in thr truck, so we took my car, instead. We get to wal-mart and eveything goes according to plan, I stop and get a little gas on the way back.

We drive back and load the truck, 9 o'clock rolls by, his mom's gone, and we're at his house with him and his little brother.

We weren't even finished loading at 9, so I was going to call my parents to tell them that I'd be late, then he comes up with the idea that I'll just spend the night with him at his house. I call my parents and tell them, and they agree. We get the truck finished, and decide to just go ahead and bring all his stuff down there that night at 11, when his mom got back home.

So we take a 20 minute drive to Johnson City and to the apartment (him and sean are splitting one, and below us, Fletcher and Michael are splitting another... all 4 people are my friends, and we all used to go to Fire and Water together) and meet up with Fletcher, Michael and Sean, the we get all his stuff moved in. At that point it's about midnight, so instead of driving back to Kingsport, we instead just decide to stay there, and since we were already there, we went over to Wal-Mart, about a mile away, and stocked up on kitchen stuff and food.

We get back, and I realize that I had an air-mattress in my trunk, so that solved the bed problem for me. We hung out making the apartment look good (these are my friends, so we have a different style of what looks 'good').

So we went to bed at about 3, and Bogard and Sean had to go to work at 8 this morning, so I decided to leave for home when they did for work.

Now I'm here.

New Blog, New Job, Twitter and the such.

So yeah, I just joined the Twitter network... And made a new blog, because I think I need one regular blog and not those crappy forum ones.

So then, I think I just made an epic win on the job situation... The situation being that I don't have one.

My best friend, Jessica, when I told her about the McDingleberry's situation of how they seemed reluctant to hire me at 1am Sundaymorning, she told me to go put in an applcation at Fazoli's where she's working.

So yesterday, I got bored and went to hang out with some friends, we were near Fazoli's (across the street eating at Wendy's), so I parked in their parking lot, walked in and asked for an application. I walk back to my car and fill it out, then I walk back in because I needed Jessica's address on the reference part, where I wrote her down, because an employee reference is a better one than random people they don't know... The other two people on the sheet were the friends sitting in my car I was hanging out with. While she was writing the address, the manager came in and asked me is it was my application, and then interviewed me on the spot. We talked a bit about work, then I mentioned the two years kitchen experience at Camp and he loved it. Then he asked why I couldn't be in on Mondays and Thursdays, and I told him Scout meeting and Martial Arts classes... He then started talking about Martial Arts, and it turns out that he used to go to the same Dojo as I go to currently. So, already I'm on this manager's good side. He then told me that I need to shave, lose the watch I was wearing, get me a pair of Black slacks and a pair of black, no-slip shoes or boots, and to come back at 5:00 wednesday with my SS card and license.

Pretty fucking sweet. (probably) Hired within an hour of applying.

I have to say, Jessica has saved my ass on more than one occasion, and I'd say this is one of the best.