My mom accused me today of drinking one of her alcoholic beverages. A few years ago, when I actually was drinking her alcoholic beverages, she never once suspected me. But now, that I wouldn't touch the stuff, she suspects me. This is the second time she's accused me in the last couple of weeks. Its all because of the pot smoking incident. I smoked pot once, realized how it was so not for me, got dead sick, told her about it without her even asking, and now i am not to be trusted around any sort of alcoholic beverage. God damnit, I hate that. Sometimes I think she'll trust me more if I don't tell her the truth. Which is so backwards.

Damien and I had our first serious discussion on our views of society and the world. He is so completely cynical about it. I find it quite disturbing. I am of the belief that no matter how small my action is, it affects everything. He seems to be of the opinion that there's nothing anyone can do to change things. And see, I cannot go through life thinking what I do will not better anyone or anything. If I thought that, I would see no purpose in living and trying to be the best person I can be. Learning this about him really changes my view on him. Now I'm not so sure anymore. Sigh.

I also seem to have scared away the guidance counselor. Heh. I love that. Sometimes I say things that are just too weird and people run away. Dunno what I said this time. But I imagine it was pretty damn weird. Sigh again.