@ Gal: It's all been said allready <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />. No hard feelings at all, misunderstandings when sorted out shouldn't be something you have hard feelings about.
@ Barta: Even though Luc is great in many ways, she's not several pepole <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />. And I did quit it when Dragh pointed out what it wasn't funny anymore (was going to quit it anyway, but you'll never know that, will you?). And maybe I took it too far... But you can't expect someone my age to know everything (especially not if he never really gets a chance to joke with pepole). Oh, and: Why don't you love me anymore? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />
And for my relationship to alcohol (don't drin, never drunk alcohol (exept for a glass of 0,2% cider. And I tasted a glass of mulled wine at christmass, it tasted like motor oil)) it's very affected by my brother. When he was my age (16-18) and I was 7-9, we were allways said to be very simillar to eachother. And therefore I looked up to him (even thought he wasn't very much to look up to, really), or really, I admired him more than I looked up to him. He was my brother after all. Anyway, in this age it hapened from time to time that he drunk so much he ended up throwing up his guts by plazas and ghetting driven home by the police (and feeling like total sh... really bad the day after). And not only that, it allso turned out he often drunk home-distilled instead of fabric made, and since you never knew what was in these, these were really stupid to drink, if you were unlucky they could contain metanol (1,3 cl kills, you can lose your sight if you drink less). And my father got to know this (think my brother told him), and since he likes to lecture (still does, and he can get really upset for nothing), this really got him going (he doesn't turn to violence ever, but verbally he can get really agressive, save screaming). I was in the room next door to the citchen (where my brother, mother and father was) and heard it all. I heard how my father told my brother he could lose his sight, be bound to a weelchair if not die etc and in my mind the fact that we were very simillar spinned around in my head. I thought I would end up an alcoholic for sure. I was scared to death to be honest. Somewhere there the root to my desition to never try alcohol was sowed. Later when I read about the effects of alcohol (you really get to know the downsides of alcohol and drugs in Swedish schools, since the state wants to prevent addicts as far as possible) and drugs only made me settle for a straight decition: I will never try alcohol. It's not been that difficult to follow it so far.
