Shiiiiiit, my mom called the fuckin' po-po on my ass simply because I took two hits off a joint and she smelled it. I gotta go to cout tomorrow.

This bitch expects me to help clean hallways (we live in an apartment building and in order to get the rent shaved off, we clean the hallways in the complexes), do her fuckin' dirty laundry and dishes and clean the house.

I told her today, "The ONLY fucking reason I'm living here is because I'm not allowed to move out because YOU won't let me get a job and YOU won't let me get a car. So, you can bitch and moan all you fucking want, but there is no way I'm helping you, in ANY way." and I closed the door on her. She went ballistic, but I don't really remember it, because I was too busy with my headphones, which I don't think she saw.

I want to move out now, because I have a place to live, and a friend said he can get me a job at the Hardees here. I'm 17 years old, and I'm being treated like a 12 year old. She thinks calling the cops will work all the time? HA As soon as I'm off of probation, I'm going to smoke up like no frickin' other. I'm gonna come home stoned, tell her I've been smoking, whatever. She can't call the cops on me for being stoned. As long as I don't have any thing on me such as possession or whatever, I'm gonna be fine.

I've finally realized that if you're stupid, stupid shit happens to you. So, I've cleaned my room out of all paraphrenalia (actually...she went through my room and did it for me, ^_~), and I'm going ot make sure I have only one pipe and one bag of weed on me at all times. I've found a perfect place for it and I can guarantee 100% that you won't ever find it because this thing isn't meant to open (broke it by accident when I was angry) and when put back into place, it looks like it is still sealed.

I can't fucking WAIT until my probation ends.....

So, in short, yes, my parent is being a COMPLETE prick.