Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Being For the Benefit of Mr Kite - the Beatles

The people I know will never cease to astound me with their incredible ability to put two and two together and come up with five, or as Pterry put it, six and a half, or maybe an egg.

In this case, two and two is my hippiness and Beatles obsession, and five is 'does drugs'. Six and a half or maybe an egg possibly refers to the various kinds of drugs they were insinuating that I did, but you must bear two things in mind here: one, I tend to get very confusing when I take things to their logical conclusion and two, by then, I stopped listening.

But yeah. Never done drugs. Been referred to as 'LSD in human form' once and occaisionally had people speculate about the existence of natural blood pot, but never actually done them. In fact I remember in Year Seven I came up with an anti-drugs campaign characterised by the typically bizzare slogan 'Don't do drugs - eat apples!'

As you may expect among young teenagers, the general reaction to this rumour, the origin of which I know not, was 'Cool.' And when I 'downplayed' (aka denied) it, I was just being 'cool'. It wouldn't normally - not in, say, my best friend's school or among my usual group of friends. It'd just be nothing out of the ordinary.

Which, of course, made me realise just how much my mindset doesn't fit with that of the kids I go to school with - even more than last year. How much they're all talk, never shutting up about sex, drugs and rock n' roll, but never doing any of them. In this kind of company, my one-out-of-three score (rock n' roll, in case you were wondering), rumoured two-out-of-three, is pretty damn good. So I realise that I - yes, unpopular, bookish, smart, 'Goth', hippy-dippy Jet - am actually closer to this mystical 'hardcore' they talk about than they stand to be for a long time. No, I haven't done weed, but they don't even know what it smells like.

By their standards - pretty sad, hmm?

Jet