Drugs (I don't think this will make much sense)
So I went about fifteen hours without food at all from noon yesterday to three o'clock today. Honestly, I should've probably passed out sometime in English. Probably didn't thanks to the two guys who were smoking weed out by the field house this morning. No, I didn't smoke any. Just inhaled the unable-to-be-avoided fumes. I can't decide what smells worse: cigarette smoke or weed fumes.
Emily remarked to me in English class that it was weird that I didn't do any drugs considering what I'm like. Gee, someone's not paying enough attention to my actions and words. She then told me that she had experimented with weed before, but it didn't have that much of an effect on her because she's a redhead. That sounded like a bunch of bullshit to me, but whatever. It should be noted that our school has a rather big pot problem.
Despite all this though, I only find drugs interesting as a subject. Or if, in literature, an author would combine it with sex and a side of cannibalism. Otherwise, I find it stupid that one would drain all their savings to use as drug money or to just plain throw away their lives for a drug. It's fun in literature sometimes. Never fun in reality. And yet it happens... Oh, how the blocks will all fall down in front of them one of these days.