My friend finally found a steady yaump hookup, so we've been getting consistent lab grown shrooms, yet everytime I've tripped, they've seemed different, especially with different doses. The most recent trip I ate about a half eighth, or just about 2 grams. I had eaten a lot food that day, so I didn't expect to trip as hard as i did. I ate them at about 9pm. It was a full moon, and I live right near the beach, so I walked along the water and looked at the reflections. They were twisting and playing with one another. After the beach walk my friend and I watched some Simpsons. The posters in my room were moving, mainly the one of Jason Bennett at Tavarua in the barrel. The stationary poster became a video...the wave broke and the surfer re-adjusted. The chinese women on my beadspread were carrying on conversations with each other, and the door frames were swaying. My friend started to fall asleep cause he was hella high, so I offered to take him home. One word of advice: never take the freeway on shrooms. It was imposible for me to see 30 feet in front of the car, and everytime a car passed on the opposite side, the headlights flashed across both my eyes and I was blinded momentarily. After I dropped him off, I threw in some deep house to the cd player and watched the car dance to the music. Eventually the car got tired, then the music came alive into little notes that danced around. I pulled into the driveway and returned to my room, where, upon my entry I was greeted by Bob Marley's voice coming from my wall sash saying, "Burn one for me!" So I took a couple bong loads and smoked a bidis. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while, then I watched more Simpsons and went to sleep finally at 3ish. No shroom hangover the next day, and the surf was good so I was way satified.