Some crazy stories!
Fortunatly, neither of my parents have found out for sure about anything. I'm quite certain that they are exteremly suspicious though.
One time, my dad discovered me chopping up phylaris grass in the garage and asked what I was doing. Since I'm a really bad liar, I said something along the lines of 'Uhmm... I'm going to attempt to do a chemical extraction..' and explained what the chemical I was trying to extract was. I think he got the idea that I was dealing drugs out of his house (which I damnwell wasn't) and completely freaked out at me. He didn't seem to understand that I was mearly doing it to see if I could (I was taking a chem class at the time.. and utilizing all these neat equations I learn in a real-world situation, damnit!), even after I told him several times. He decided that I was doing this to 'impress my drug-friends'. (which he believes because my brother (who had a bad problem with GHB claimed that he got all of it from two very close friends of mine) But .. yeah. His one drug expreience was an IM of K from a Dr after he got 2/3's of his body burnt in an accident. (I tried to explain that they couldn't have used opiats because of their effects on the respretory system and heart, but he wouldn't have it
) So all in all, moved back to where I was living before I moved back in with him, and didn't talk to him for about 2 weeks. After that, we somehow managed to get on speaking terms again, and it seems that everything is forgotten. Or at least forgiven.
The story with my mom is a bit more funny, if anything. Apparently, the same brother told her (while he was in a sort of crazy rage fit) that I had been using meth every day since I was in 5th grade. (He's sort of a compulsive liar...) Before I know about this, I am presented with a surprising question by my mom and step-pops.
"Are you currently, or have you ever in the past, used drugs?"
First thought: 'WTF!'
Second thought: 'hmm.. am I currently using? No, I'm sober right now! Have I ever used in the past? Well, the idea of time is pretty wacky. All I am is really a collection of memories and a logic processor, and I don't really -know- if anything thats happened ever has. So I can't really say 'yes' or 'no'. Lets go with...'
"Lets ... define 'drug'..." You know.. it has different meanings to different people. Different connotations and all that.
His responce: "You know, any illegal drug. Crack, heroin, marijuana..."
My thoughts: "WTF! I DO NOT SMOKE CRACK! And how dare you put weed on the same level as crack and heroin. TOOOOTALLY different." So I say 'I don't smoke crack! That's ghetto! And I smoked weed once in high school, got really sick and puked.' (that was actually just last year... but whatever
(if you were stuck imagining a six foot tall sine wave going through your body, being three feet above your body and three feet below at the same time, you would too :D )
Then I hear the news, that I've been doing meth since fifth grade. I explained that I really wish someone had informed me of that, and how there would be no possible way for me to afford that! Also, that I would probably be dead. I managed to effectivly avoid all of their questions, and spouted off some random drug trivia. (which was ... prooobably a bad idea.) But apparently what gave my brother this idea was when a friend of his sold me some 'speed' when I was in 5th or 6th grade. It turned out to be powdered milk, and didn't try it again for 7 years after that. That was quite a shocker though.
Either way, we're still all good. I don't intend on them finding out anything else, because they're not accepting to new ideas. Or accepting that they might be wrong. Yay for reefer madness.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. And stuff. Just thought I'd share with all y'alls.
Oh, I agree with the 'no-dope-in-parents-house' if they're not cool with it. (Even though I -have- broken that rule a couple times :>
And lieing is bad. It shows that you are not to be trusted. Bend the truth or be honest. Or at least justify it, like I did.
--Shiido, the s00perkitty