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well see they want to bust some adult for the booze getting in your hands
(they want to bust anyone)
and i know ya dont want to get anyone in trouble
so if you "say you took it" out somebody's cooler " without them knowing"
they cant get in no trouble for GIVING booze to a juvy .
hang in there bro
life gets better trust me one day you will look back and luagh at this,i know hard to believe but its true
i wish you luck
toke on when ya can
peace
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try to move out if you can,you will be much happier. in the meantime you can go to any library for computers. i did for 3 years before i got my own. just remember to erase the history toolbar thing when your done im so glad to hear that you have so much support, this whole thing, when its over, you could look back and say "wow that was a blessing in diguise!!"
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Well, BunkyHope, that was actually funny to me. I just imagined this all playing out on 60 Minutes or something and laughing.
Anywhere, to NowhereMan, I've decided I'm going to tell them that I DID get the booze from a cooler. I'm going to say that I had a friend drop me off at this place called The Newstand, and from there I walked around the town until I saw this house that had some cars in the driveway and people on the porch. I didn't have any intention to go to the party, but they were yelling something at me, so I came up to see what they were saying. There were people there with alcohol so I decided to join in. From there, I saw a cooler with some Buds in it, so I took a couple. I was there a total of, about, 10 minutes, and since I was so stoned (I'll use the word HIGH) I don't remember what the house was. All I know is that I didn't know anybody there.
Like a friend of mine said, they probably won't believe the story, but they have no proof, so they can't do anything else but to "believe" me.
I've been asking around and unless you can prove that you
A) Either have an income and/or another place to live
B) Your current guardian is unfit to raise you anymore
you can't move out. The Hardees here is hiring and a good friend of mine works there, so I'm going to see if he can hook me up with at least an interview. If I get an interview, its said, it's a guarantee you have the job.
A REALLY good friend of mine said I can live at her place for a month, because she's moving in a month, she's 22.
I'm also very surprised with how much support I've received. Everyone and their mother is trying to help me. Even the teachers at school, the teachers who frown on doing drugs, have been sympathetic and have offered to talk to me, to talk to my mother, to help me get through this etc etc. I have friends who have offered to talk to the judge, who have offered me a place to crash for a bit, advice on what to TELL the judge, the best ways to deal with the crazy, psychotic bitch of a "mother."
Like I said before, I think my "story" is one that disproves the old stereotype that when you do pot, you only get bad friends. I smoked pot 2-3 times a day, I became a DRUGGIE, at least when it came to weed (didn't do any other drugs). Still, I have all these people that are willing to help me. Some of them smoke, most of them don't. I guess it just goes to show that as long as you're a "good person," in the fact that you aren't a dickhead to everyone, you'll become friends with a lot of good people in life.
170 hours ago is when my mom called the cops on me. Thinking back on the last 170 hours, and I'm amazed at how much help I've been offered, and how much help I've received.
I know you guys don't need a life story, but before I started smoking weed, I was suicidal, I was a bitter dickhead to almost everyone, most people hated me, and I was too self-conscious to even try to get a girlfriend. Since I started smoking, I have now become friends with almost every single person in my school, including teachers, the Dean of Boys, the Dean of Girls LOVES me, the Principal, and the secretaries. I have girls calling me, asking me out t etc. I have a better relationship with friends I've had for years because I no longer bog them down with unnecessary talks on why "people hate me so much." I LOVE life, and even now I think that every day alive is a wonderful day....at least....96% of the time, ^_~.
In a way, I think marijuana was a medicine that cleared up almost all my ailments. It's also reaffirmed my belief in God. Something so wonderful and magnificent as weed should NOT be illegal, but, rather, controlled.
Marijuana is truly a gift from God.
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i was pretty misreable before i smoked pot too and ive been smokin since the 60s its my" happy medicine"i never liked booze hated the hangovers and never liked the high and yes almost every pot head ive ever met has been "good people"
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^ omg man me too
i use to cut myself up pretty bad then i met mary jane and she showed me life was so much more
later
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same scenario here...hated life, hated people, saw no point in existence. then i met the yarn. that fixed me. now i hav friends, and ppl love me. the world is much better now. goodluck man, get ur stupid "mother" to ring me, i'll sort her, me and the 60 mintues crew... word
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GOOD LUCK tomorrow Gothen will be thinking of you and saying a prayer!!
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Phew. Yeah, thanks for reminding me. ^_^
I wasn't nervous about it until about....30 minutes ago. I don't even know why. I go in there, judge talks to me, I make up a few lies on the spot, I get piss tested, and I go home.
The only thing I'm really nervous about is the alcohol thing still. I'm going to use that excuse, and if they don't believe me, fuck'em. I doubt they will, but never let them pressure me into making deals, right? ^_^
Truth be told, I'm afraid of what they'll find in my piss. I took 30 MGs of DXM last night to help me relax, and I hope to GOD it doesn't come up as PCP. They said that over 40 is when you usually get false positives for DXM being PCP, but still.
I also hope that the weed I've been smoking hasn't been laced with anything. I highly doubt it, but, you never know, I suppose. I trust the people I've been getting it off of, but if it has anything else in my piss but cannabinoids, I'm going to be cutting peoples heads off. ^_^
Anyway, thanks for the prayers!
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thers this stuff you can buy for the tests ISLAND PALM i think its called you can get it at gfc (chain vitamin store hopefully they have them out where you live-i think there national) or maybe even thru this website if you get it at gfc hey give you double your money back if you fail(keep the receipt) ive been told that no one fails if they go by the directions. i knew this guy who was on probation and they would ;) sporadicly test him he always had a bottle on hand and it worked every time
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**NOTE, THIS IS PRETTY MUCH TAKEN VERBATIM FROM LOOSEENDS THREAD IN THE LOUNGE**
So today we went to see the probation officer, I'm being charged with battery for holding her wrists for 30 seconds, and reckless possession of paraphrenalia. They're also going to bring up in court this alcohol I had (2 closed bottles of Bud Light, one open and half gone).
At the least, I'm being put on probation for 6 months (the woman said there's a good chance of me being on probation until I'm 18, 8 months away). I'm going to get randomly drug screened, curfew, I have to get at least a C in all my classes (which is easy for everything but math). Oh, and I'm literally grounded until I'm 18. Brenda won't let me leave unless its for school, she's shut off the phone, cancelling the internet, cancelled cable, took away my gaming systems, and thinking about taking away the DVD player.OH, ha, she also took away all but the books I have in my backpack. When she cancels net, I'll at least have my music, but if she's serious, she's going to take that away, as well. My CD player is broken, so I'll have nothing. I'll have my room with my clothes and posters.
Now, I understand the parents out there going, "Its your mother's house, you have to respect her rules." But, would you said parents go as far as my parent? I have next to nothing now, and soon I WILL have nothing. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, nothing to take my mind away from this.
This is the first time I've seriously contemplated suicide since I started smoking, almost a year ago. Since I started smoking, I've loved life and I've even said on these boards that everyday alive is a good day.
But, with as little interaction with people I'm going to have for the next 8 months, I seriously don't want to live anymore. Just writing this makes me want to cry. To turn off the lights to sit in my dark room with no sounds and cry until I sleep.
I wish to GOD I could buy that stuff but
A) I don't think we have that store here anywhere
B) I have no money anymore, at all.
I don't have any more money coming my way because I used to get 15 bucks lunch money every week, but she doesn't even give me that now. I take my lunch or I don't eat. I have good friends who are willing to spot me a jay every once in a great while, but I feel terrible asking, "Hey....I don't have any money, but I was wondering if I could bum some weed off you." Most everyone would be willing to give me a joint, but I'm not gonna be THAT person. The person that just bums weed off people.