Here’s where you can see what I’m thinking about when I indulge in the green.

December 22 2010

Tonight I smoked with Cory. I don’t know if he wants me broadcasting that all over the internet, but there’s time for censorship later. I broke both of the previous rules I set for myself when getting high: No Guitar Hero and no scary movies. I went to Harkins and saw Black Swan. It was super crazy, and I could possibly have nightmares from it. That’s what happens when I see scary stuff when I’m high. Then we played The Beatles Rockband. Last time I played Guitar Hero while high, I was mere seconds away from passing out. Straight up hitting the floor and being down for the count. Tonight, I had no such problem.

December 26, 2010

Ok, so I’m writing about when I got high on the 23rd, so I hope I can remember everything, lol. First I took some pictures of myself smoking in an attempt to look edgy. Well actually I made Cory take the pictures. I think it worked rather well. Michael came and picked us up and we went to 7-11 and got Spike energy drinks. I knew that shit was a bad idea when I did it, but I did it anyway. Spike always makes me feel pretty ridiculous, and that night was no exception. Then we picked up Nick and went to Tracks which I had mixed feelings about. For one thing, the music in the hip-hop room was garbage, and for another thing, I felt like I was conflicted between two people I should have paid equal attention too. I got hit on by nothing but girls, which was a first for me when it comes to that place. All this smoking combined with all the normal guy stuff I started doing again has made me realize that being in a relationship with a guy is too much trouble. I just wish girls were on my dick like these gay guys are. Only at Tracks when I was looking like the hoodest nigga in the club were girls on my jock. Why would I want that kind of girl on my jock? I wouldn’t. I don’t want a bunch of gay guys on my dick either. I’m enjoying the single life.

December 28, 2010

Tonight I smoked and did my favorite high activity: played video games. I played Donkey Kong Country Returns, and it was one of the best experiences ever. I had played DKC3 while high once, and it was pretty incredible. This new one was even better. I feel like Donkey Kong is specially crafted just for me when I’m high. Everything on the screen is just so visually interesting. I could never get enough of it.

December 28 - January 2

I’ve gotten high every day for a week straight now. I saw Little Fockers and I saw Black Swan again. I’ll try to update this thing more frequently, but I’m too busy smoking to get on my computer.

January 10, 2011

I bought a vaporizer the other day. I get such a different kind of high than when I smoke it. Tonight I broke my rule (again). I watched what I thought would be a hilariously bad scary movie. I got high off the vaporizer and decided to watch it. BAD IDEA! I was so scared and disgusted by this movie. It was called “Somebody Help Me” and it was a horror movie directed by Chris Stone and starring Omarion and Marques Houston. It looked terrible. It wasn’t at all. At least not to me in my high state. I freaked the fuck out. I wanted to close my eyes or turn off the movie. At one point, I even started crying. It’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a “bad trip”. Let me repeat what I said earlier: “I should NOT watch scary movies when I’m high!” It’s a bad idea. Period.

January 18, 11:54pm (right now)

I’m actually writing in my high diary while I’m high. That was the whole point of this thing in the first place. I smoked a whole load from the vaporizer by myself, and I was on the moon. I went into another zone. Time was altered, I was just constantly moving, and I still am that way. This is way cool.

January 23rd

It’s January 23rd. The last day of my “Weed-free Weekend”. It was my weed-free weekend because I have been sick for what is going to be 10 days. All I have done since I got back to school is smoke and party. Night after night. I’m never going to get any better. So I was like “OK. James. Surely you can go just two days without smoking. Surely that can’t be too hard for you. Right?” WRONG! I smoked both days of what was supposed to be my weed-free weekend. I just got done smoking for the fourth time since last night. I have truly crossed the line from casual pot smoker to pothead. Tonight, I’m sitting in my room alone in the dark listening to dubstep in my headphones and playing with the smoke in my mouth from my vaporizer! That’s the level of a pothead I am. WTF am I doing with my life? I’m unhealthy because I can’t stop smoking for one day. *Done* The vaporizer just got turned off. No more for 1 day. I can do it. Please let me do this.

January 26, 2011

Ok, so I’m writing this about Monday night. That was January 24th. Amy told me about this trivia competition at Patrick’s Irish Pub. It turns out Cory already knew about it, and was going. So Me and the homies smoked and went to the pub. At the pub, I won a free shot, and I got two “snakebites”. That was Guiness beer on top of some kind of alcoholic cider. After our team, Black Thunder came in 6th out of 7 places, we left the pub, and came back to my house. We smoked the last of the weed. No one in my circle of fiends has had weed for the last couple of days, yet I’ve still managed to smoke both of these days. Anyway, back to that night…I smoked, drank, smoked again, then smoked a black and mild which was a first for me. Needless ot say, I was FUCKED UP! I haven’t been that trashed in a long time. I managed to keep it all together though. No puking or tripping over my own feet. I didn’t even wake up hungover. While Cory, Melanie, and I sat in my blacklit room, we decided that we should write a movie. That was a brilliant idea. We started writing a script for a robot apocalypse movie, and it was really complex. Especially considering the fact that I was the one typing up our ideas. I still can’t believe it makes sense. I’m finally not sick anymore. It took long enough. I smoked yesterday with Joe from my art classes. Today I boiled my pipe, “Nick’s Dick”. I smoked all the resin that had collected in it, and I was pretty high. Da Doo Ron Ron was there, and I think she probably got a little high. That would be the first time it’s ever happened in her life, lol. Anyway, we started filming the movie tonight, and I can’t describe how good it feels to be back in that movie-making mode. I love it. That’s what I do. It’s gonna be a great movie. All of my friends are helping me with it, and I’m grateful for their help. I’m surrently sitting in the radio station doing my radio show. There was some kind of event at the Garvey today, so the upstairs is full of food. I’ve had two pieces of pizza, a bag of chips, and two glasses of lemonade. Damn munchies. Well, that’s all for now. Tomorrow I may actually stay sober all day. Ok…Let’s not kid ourselves. We all know I’m gonna smoke tomorrow.

Febraury 10, 2011

Today I finally crossed the boundary of one of my oldest and most true rules of smoking weed: I went to class high. All of my classes high. I smoked the moment I woke up, smoked again in between my day classes and my night class, smoked once after my night class, and then smoked again a few minutes ago. I’ve been high all day. I feel guilty about it, but I’ve been productive and I have been feeling really bad lately. This one week has dropped one thing of bad news after another. Every day it’s something new. Weed honestly helps me feel better. It clears my head of worry for a while, and in that sense, I’m using it totally for medical purposes. It cures my depression. Period.

April 13, 2011

I haven’t written in this forever. Let’s see. I stopped smoking. I strated smoking again. I try to smoke less. It’s not really working. The crazy thing is, the more I smoke, the more well adjusted I become. I’m actually acting like an adult for once (well aside from the fact that I’m always high. That’s not all that adult). I have forced myself to remain positive as much as possible. It really is helping. If I have a bad day, I’ll just think about all the good things that happened that day or all the good things that I know are in my future. I’ve also come to the conclusion that nothing will ever be done for me. If I want something to happen, I have to make it happen. It works. All I have to do is make the effort, and good things will happen. Now that I realize that, I’m trying to not be a douchebag. It’s hard for me to not abuse my power in any situation. I’m trying hard to keep my head level. I can see myself turning into someone else, and I’m not trying to go that route.

I’m also reverting back into my former self. I’m acting like I used to act in high school. All I care about is loud ignorant rap, flirting, art, weed, and depressing-ass shit.Not all of those are bad. I just feel like I’m in high school again, and that’s sort of weird. It just dawned on me that I started this entry by stating that I’m feeling mature and now I’m saying the exact opposite. Whatever I said was true, but I’m high, so it probably doesn’t make much sense.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

1:29 am

Today is the day. It’s 4-20. The day devoted to smoking weed. I’ve celebrated 4-20 for years, but it used to be that 4-20 was one of the few days I smoked. Now it’s just a day of testing my limits. At midnight, I smoked an entire bowl from the bong followed by a bowl in the vaporizer. This is medical marijuana, so it’s pretty much the best there is. I’m so high, and I haven’t even woke up to really start 4-20. More to come…

May 9, 2011 2:00 AM

Sometimes weed makes me feel crazy. Like it backfires on me. Oh yeah…I forgot I was going to start this day off by telling you what happened on 4-20. I never actually did that on 4-20 because I was too high to do anything that day. I woke up, smoked a bowl and went to class. I wore my “Merry Kushmas” shirt too. I remember sitting in class and hearing this white girl next to me saying “I bet he doesn’t even know where he is right now. He’s so high.” Then she asked for this paper that I printed out prior to class like the professor asked us to. She had failed to do then, so she needed my sheet to copy off of. Uh huh…I let her use it. It proved to her that I wasn’t too high to know what was going on at least. Anyway, after class, I went to the 4-20 rally in Denver. It was the craziest thing I had ever seen. It was like the People’s Fair for pot. It was a big event. Everyone just looked high and happy as hell. One thing I saw for the first time were high little kids. I’ve never seen a pre-pubescent kid smoke until that day. It wasn’t cool. Anyway, 4:20 rolled around and everyone lit up. For the next 20 minutes every breath I took was a massive inhalation of second hand smoke. I was smoking 50,000 different joints at once. Then who came on stage??? Paul Wall. The last person that I was expecting to see was at the 4:20 Rally in Denver. I used to be a big Paul Wall fan back in high school, so he still holds a special place in my heart. Ok, so after Paul Wall gave his little pep talk I was ready to go.

I was with a friend from high school that day and we immediately lost each other in the crowd. I was literally higher than I had ever been in my entire life, and I was forced to function. Not only did I have to find my friend, but I had to find my car and be ok to drive an hour back to Greeley. I pulled out my cell phone and tried to call my friend. Nothing. The call didn’t even beging to go through. I try again. Nothing again. Then I got a Happy 4:20 text from my roommate. So my phone obviously could do something. It just couldn’t make calls. I turned my phone off and turned it back on. The one bad thing about having a super smart phone is that they take forever to start up. In a situation where your friend is wandering around downtown Denver oncloud 9 I want my phone to start up immediately. Anyway, long story short…My phone worked. We found each other. I made it to Greeley alive. Saw a yard show. I smoked some more. Went to Cheba Hut. Did my 4-20 themed radio show. Went home. Smoked again. Went to bed. Never again will I do that to myself. I was unreasonably high.

Ok. So now that I told you about my 4-20, I can tell you about my 5-9. Actually nevermind…It’s been 51 minutes since I started writing this. I keep getting distracted. That’s what the internet is. One big distraction.

June 9, 2011 8:27 pm

Today marks the one month anniversary of me being weed-free. The funny thing (funny to me anyway) is that I have somewhat corrupted someone into becoming a pothead. We made a pact at the beginning of summer that we wouldn’t smoke all summer long. He has already failed, and I’m still holding strong. He didn’t even smoke before he met me. Oh well. It’s not like he’s totally addicted like I once was. Yesterday I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that I looked more alive than I have in months. My eyes were actually sparkling. I can’t remember the last time that happened. I’m proud of myself for hanging on this long, but part of me wonders if I’m doing it for the right reason. I sort of just want to stop smoking for a while, so I can actually get high again when I start back up. It got to the point that “high” was “normal”, and the chronic just lost its magic. I want to feel that true high again, but at the same time, it feels good being sober for this long. *in Forrest Gump voice* And that’s all I have to say about that.

July 18, 2011 12:07a.m.

I’ve started my summer class, so now I’m going back and forth between Greeley and Denver all the time. It’s taking its toll on me. I’m happy to be making some money though. Finally. I started smoking exactly one week after that last post. It was the perfect night to start smoking again. The big Pridefest party at Tracks. I saw some of the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life that night. I remember the weed made me feel really nauseous though. I smoked too much to start back up into smoking again. That was a crazy night of highness though. Now I smoke four days of the week, and stay sober for the other three (for the most part). Summer’s going well. Still single as shit, and in constant crush mode. Why did God make me so horny if he never lets me get any? Crazy-ass God.

I watched all of the Harry Potter movies in the week leading up to the last movie. The last movie was really good as a movie, but failed at following the book almost as bad as the fifth movie. Harry Potter has been the only thing on my mind (besides sex, weed, and staying awesome). I want to read all the books again. I’m in a world of Harry Potter bliss right now. Oh yeah. I saw the last movie twice already. With at least two more still to come. I’m high and exhausted, so I bid you farewell.

October 13, 2011 11:02 AM

I just smoked with Cory and then he had to go to work. He walked out the door, but couldn’t drive away because he forgot his keys. He ran back in and we went on a frantic search for his keys. We were looking everywhere for at least a full two minutes, and then Cory realized his keys were still in his pocket. Wow. Anyway, that’s not what I got on here to talk about in the first place. I wanted to start a compilation of all the strains I’ve tried, and eventually, I’ll give my opinions of them.

Sour Diesel

Bubbleberry

Blue Dream

Northern Lights

Ingrid

Snow Cap

White Widow

Durban Poison

GD Purp

GB (God’s Bud)

Pineapple Express

Papaya

As I think of more, I’ll add them to this list. Now I have to finish writing a film paper.