I hate alcohol.
My cousin is retarded. Beyond retarded. He (Josh) went out drinking again, with some friends of ours. When I got home, I chatted with Sean, one of the guys he was with, and asked Sean where he was. Sean said he hadn't seen him for thirty minutes, and that Josh had left for home then. Now, we live about 3 minutes away; a block and a half. So, logically, he should have been home. I became worried. I am always worried when my cousin is out drinking.
I couldn't find him, so I made Sean come looking for him with me. We went to the park, where they had last been drinking. We walked around, and then I checked in my room again. Josh was sleeping on the bottom bunk, shoes still on, grass all over his sweatshirt. I tried to wake him up to at least take off the shirt and shoes. He managed the shoes before he went back to sleep. He keep burping and my room smells like shit. Idiot.
Oh, by the way, Josh has a suspended license because he got a DUI six months ago. And he knows how much I freak out when he does this shit. Gah. I don't know what I should do. I am really tempted to just tell on him, but he's my cousin. Big betrayal. Then again, my parents trust us not to do this shit. I don't; alcohol is gross to me; my dad is an alcoholic, so I really don't want to develop a taste for it. Damnit.
Now, my sister and her friend (they are twelve) are sneaking out to visit her friend's boyfriend. It is 1:30 right now. People are stupid.
Two days ago, I passed my road test; I get my license tomorrow. Yay. I went to Alex's house today. Very fun; met a bunch of new people. Dan, who does cool music. Devlin, Alex's boyfriend. Rachel and Ashley were there, and I got a ride home with Stacey. She borrowed a bunch of my books. That was fun. I lost two dollers in Texas Hold 'em.
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