I do believe that my grandma has found the pipe. Dannie gave it to me as a gag gift the other day :-p Then yesterday I was so angry at Grandma for accusing me of smoking pot... That I did. Heh. Dannie thought it would be ironic if (( somehow the rest of this was lost... odd )) And for the second time ever, I DIDN'T EVEN GET HIGH. It's so stupid. But you already know what I think of drugs. (If you don't, read the last one or two entries). Anyway. I'm worried about what "getting caught" entails. She's been threatening a drug test, which I would have passed if she wouldn't be such a bitch and threaten about it and had actually gotten it. Heh. I guess she doesn't realize that her words do have an influence on me, and I just have to pretend not to care because there's nothing I can do about the disappointment. Kids: everything you ever do will disappoint your parents. Because they want you to be better than them, and the world is steadily going downhill. It's not your fault, it never was, and their expectations are too high. It's called life. DEAL WITH IT. Which brings me back to the drugs not being a good coping mechanism thing. Then again, I say 'drugs' way too much. What I really mean is smoking (tobacco and marijuana) and drinking (alcohol, duh). The three most common drugs. In my high school anyway. I don't know... It seems that I really do get caught for almost everything I ever do, whereas often the person coercing me into doing things takes no blame at all. Apparently that's the situation people hope for, and is called "covering for your friends." It seems a bit unfair. Then again, I wasn't coerced into the whole smoking pot thing. It was my idea. I was like "hmm... pipe that I'll never use... anger at grandma over drug accusations... what now?" So of course I came to the immature conclusion. I'm not that mature yet. I'm not as high and mighty and superior as I pretend sometimes. I mean, when I started this diary, I was a fucking dumbass. A bloody loony, as I prefer to say, because I'm trying to stop swearing, plus British slang is just so much cooler. Heh. I sound like a punk. But that's for a completely different entry. ~ Liz-Beth PS. Jeremy is quitting smoking pot! Though he maintains that he won't get all angry and start trying to make his friends quit. It's so cute how the cute boy is growing up... Oh, and did I mention he's cute? I called him and told him my pipe was found, and he thought it was funny. Which is great, because I need humor and laughter so as not to be so nervous. So we laughed. Sober laughter. Good times. PPS. I guess this means I won't be able to have Morgan sleep over tonight. Which is a shame because I won't be able to hang out with her until school starts up again... Damn babysitting job. But I get paid, which is nice. Hopefully Grandma won't tell Aunty Cathy about the whole pipe thing, because I would be fired on the spot. PPPS. Christwagons, now I'm nervous again.