Okay, well, I just got the thing in the mail and read it before Brenda.

Reckless Possession of Paraphernelia, a Class A Misdemeanor, and Battery, a Class B Misdemeanor (it's either Class A or B for Battery).

Does that mean they won't ask me about the alcohol??? That's the only thing I'm really afraid of.

So, now, apparently, I beat Brenda on Saturday. Very nice. My informal court interview is 3/23/05 at 3 pm.

It's really nice to have lots of friends. I got in a car today at the end of school to get a ride home, and the person who was giving me a ride had to give 2 other people a ride, besides myself. Well, the girl who sat next to me asked if I had to see her uncle in court, I replied with the name of the judge and she says, "Yep, that's him." She's going to see if she can talk to him, try to help me out. She said she can't guarantee anything, but that she'll try.

So, while the old stereotype says that friends who do drugs are bad friends, I guess I proved it wrong this time. They're actually very loyal.

Another thing is, my mom typed this thing up and taped it to our front door. I took it down, took it to school, made copies and handed them out to people. I've talked to teachers, the Dean of Boys, the Principal, and almost the entire student body. The teachers I've talked to seem to be "sympathetic" simply because they think she's going overboard, and that it can't be healthy for me to be around her, or something or other. One teacher in particular knows I'm not a bad person so she thinks my mom is going extreme. The students find it HILARIOUS how crazy she is. Yesterday, some of the students in my school (read: the Christian ones) thought it was my fault because I smoked marijuana and I'M the one who made that choice. ETC ETC Well, today, even THEY had to question my mother's sanity. Here's why....

[align=center]IF YOUR NAME IS NOT
_______ AND YOU ARE UNDER
THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD,
THEN LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!
THE POLICE AND NEIGHBORS
ARE WATCHING MY HOME.
_____ IS GROUNDED, NOT
ALLOWED TO HAVE ANYONE
OVER OR TO LEAVE THE
APARTMENT WHATSOEVER. IF
YOU ARE CAUGHT IN MY HOME
WHEN I AM NOT HERE, I WILL
PRESS CHARGES FOR
BREAKING AND ENTERING.
THIS MEANS ANYONE AND
EVERYONE UNDER THE AGE OF
18, NOT A FAMILY MEMBER,
NAME IS NOT ON MY LEASE,
AND WHO SUPPLIES MY KID
WITH DRUGS! I WILL PRESS
CHARGES! [/align]

We all got a big kick out of that.
I made copies and passed them out to a LOT of people, put a copy on my locker, etc etc. They all think she's insane. I looked up the breaking and entering laws on Law Dictionary, and if I let them in, it's not breaking and entering. I thought that was the case, but just to make sure I looked it up. I guess she doesn't think I'm smart enough to do all of this.
She also doesn't have the cops watching the house anymore. Though, it's just a guess. She said she isn't going to leave me home alone, and that leads me to believe she is afraid because no one but the old bitch down stairs is watching. ^_~

Today she found this old smirnoff bottle that had a crapload of stems and seeds in there. It was so old it was actually growing mold in there, and she also found a cigarette. So, I'm not sure what she's going to do with the bottle.

Last bit is, I talked to a friend today and they're going to talk to this guy who is of age, and she's going to ask if I can tell the judge he came over and had them and he got a call on his cell and had to leave real quick, forgetting the Bud Lights. I didn't know what to do with them, so I put them in my drawer, because I didn't want my mom to find them.

I hope he's okay with it.....
Gothen Reviewed by Gothen on . So, What's Gonna Happen To Me Now? Okay, here's the skimmy.... My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend). So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down Rating: 5