That sucks. It would be different if it was just a bowl or 2, or a small amount, but an eighth, damn. I find it better the more and more my parents figure shit out about me, because they reazlize that the shit they do isnt going to change me, and they become more accepting of it. They still dont approve of it or anything though. My mom doesnt question me as much anymore, things like that. Who knows it might work out for the better in the long run, but in the short run, that fucking sucks hardcore.