.::-:The Den of the Last Angel:-::.

Ahh! 

I missed three days!

This means that I have to start my "Poem a day" challenge over, as I have been inconsistent with my writing! 

Grr... Oh well. 

I'll have to start over as many times as it takes to go for 365 days straight, so we'll just have to see what new developments occur.

On another note, my house smells awful.

The fire alarm went off and some dough from the bread I made last night is burning in the bottom of the oven at 425 degrees.

Fantastic.

Regardless, I have to draw Bolshock Dragon from Duel Masters (total rip-off of Yu-Gi-Oh) for this kid with Autism because I felt sorry for him.
Not only that but I have to go to a community picnic thing at my school for my hall. How stupid/lame. 

At least one of my best friends is going and there will be a live band. I hope they don't suck. ^^;

This actually happened.
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Today, I went to hang out with my boyfriend (Sage) and some friends (Cassidy, Troy, Asaya and Hanah)

So we went and hung out on the college campus for awhile, then just sat on the grass by the tennis courts (still on campus).

We sat and talked for awhile, just hanging out and then we came upon the subject of drugs. (cassidy had gone home. She doesn't play a large part in this)

I, for one, before this, had never even SEEN real drugs. Only on crime shows, like Law and Order and stuff.

Sage and Troy started talking about the pictures Sage took of Troy when he was high. He showed them to us on his camera phone and we all had a good laugh, right? His face looked like _- P *turn head sideways to the left*

Then Asaya started talking about how her mom wanted her to get high with her the other day and I wasn't surprised. (I had NO idea asaya, hanah or troy was on drugs. Seriously) Asaya's mom's drug problem I'd heard about.

And then, Asaya took out an altoid tin and took out a bag of tobacco, a really tiny joint and these little balls of some herb (I think it was a drug) and gave like... 6 to Troy.

Then Troy said he was out of lighters and they wanted to go get a free one.

By then, I was just totally mortified. These people all seemed SO completely normal and yet still, they were getting high constantly. These really cool, kind and carefree people were drug addicts! 

I was freaked out beyond reason.  I was really ready to start crying out of fear, or pity or something.

Thankfully, my boyfriend's really sweet.

He noticed by then that I was feeling really uncomfortable, then asked me if I wanted to leave! *<3<3<3*  *crowd goes 'awwww'*

Then, we just walked over to my house to just watch a movie and hang out. How sweet! I'm so lucky!

On the way though, I pretty much almost cried. My chest felt all tight, my eyes were beginning to water and my head ached. It was really traumatizing.

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Again, I'm so lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend. He's going to ask them to keep the drugs AWAY from me and that made me feel a bit better.

I didn't feel like... Left out or anything, but I was just scared.

The last thing I EVER want to be is a low-grade underachiever.

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What I'm also scared of is calling the police or like... a help line. Or telling someone. I want to help these people and get them into some sort of rehab so they don't screw up their lives. 
I've played the scenario over in my head a thousand times already and it always ended so that everyone hated me.