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.