Not really up to seeing anybody, stayng in my room today (out of choice). If you really want to, you can come and talk to my door. But I aint coming out.
Tonights the dinner with Linda and her rocking lawyer mom and their fam. So yeah. I'll leave my room for that.
And it's strangely not because I broke up with Danny that I'm feeling crappy, but other stuff I'm trying to deal with and it's fucking hard.
And DON'T say you know what I'm going through. You don't. You can't possibly know unless you've gone through it yourself.
The Judge bumped the bail down to 2000 which we had and the charges are smaller too. Connie, give him a big hug for me. I'm home and totally grounded. But Mike is being nice and letting me have friends over. So feel free to drop by.
And for people who didn't really have a side but still didn't call me or visit or anything, really shows your loyalty. I have a few friends I know I can trust.
OOC: Don't absolutely murder me, Meme. I got work 3-11 tonight and I'm wiped after work. I wanted to get this posted...if I did something wrong, tell me and I shall fix.
I have a meeting/trial thingy with Connie's Step-Grandad. With a little luck, he'll bump me charges down. And with a little more, might let me go on the bail we got- about 2000.
Wish me luck. If you're religious, pray for me. If not, find a god to pray to.
And I'm not saying everyone should, even if you don't like me.
Mike has visited me a bunch, once a day, and Danny visits me once a day as well. Peter visited me yesterday. I was really surprised to see him. I thought it was my public defender or Danny, since I was with Mike earlier that day, but nope, it was Peter. It really cheered me up.
There's a school here, that's how I'm online. We can't go to our e-mail outside the twice a day, in case we try to escape or something, but if we have a blog, we can go online, but it's highly moniterd. People, say hello to my guard/stalker, Galvin.
Today was the whole custody thing, and Mike was deemed a good guardian.
If any of you ever does anything to land them in jail, then I will personally bail you out and beat the crap out of you.
I visited Maggie. She told me she's fine, but she sure don't look it. She was in the infirmary when I went there. The nurse didn't want her walking around, so they took me down there to see her. She was handcuffed to the bed. We talked some. She wants her school stuff and she wanted me to post here and give everyone her address at the jail. She's not so sure she wants her friends to visit her, not because she doesn't want to see you, but because she doesn't want you to see her like this, and because she doesn't want you to see a jail. As in it's not a good place to be.
We met with her lawyer. He's gonna play the guilt card. You know, no parents, lived with Uncle, but just moved out, lives with older brother now, etc.
There's also gonna be a hearing to see if I'm a fit guardian. I need to find people to tell the judge that I'm a good guardian. Maggie and I really hope we win at least this. Because if we don't, it's either Juvie til she’s 18 or foster care. Anyone interested in testifying?
And you may be wondering why she was in the infirmary. The nurse said Maggie had the crap beaten out of her and she was assaulted. Maggie refused to answer any questions about it. She just said "Just usual Juvie shit. No big fuckin' deal."
Here's her address:
Margaret Murphy 26 Paulson Drive Rinaldo House Block Two, Cell 15 Minneapolis, Minnesota, 55405
You can also call her. The prison number is (908) 026 0215
I still need 2000 in Bail money. Anyone wanna help get her out and get her home?
Last night, I got high and drunk because I feel really bad about what happened to Lele. I mean, yeah, she had it coming, but I did NOT want to put her in the hospital.
I have a really bad hangover and evil Mike is making me go to school. Damn him. We don't have any coffee. I must find some.
Word of advice: Do not mess with me today. Hangovers make me super bitchy along with other stuff. So yeah.
I'm off for my shower then school. Joy.
OOC: Pretend this was posted this morning, instead 3 in the afternoon, kay?
Charlie is going to absolutely murder me. I kinda sorta put Lele in the hospital. We got into this big argument about her being a bitch and hurting Charlie and well, I punched her in the gut and she passed out and I called 911.
Mike's on his way to pick me up from school. I'm spending at least tonight at the apartment. Depends if Charlie cools off by morning. I doubt it.
Yeah, feel free to come over tonight. I'll also be online for awhile and you can call me. The number is (908) 175 2005
Still alive. Just been working hard in school, hockey, and stuff like that. Mike got an apartment. We're moving in on Sunday morning. Anyone who wants to come over and help is welcome to. I'm working on Mike to allow me to have friends over. He said it depends on the weather, as my room can fit me and like one person, once my shits in there. So if its nice out, I can have people over and we'l sleep on the roof. Don't worry about falling off or anything, there's this fence/wall thingy. The only way someones going off is if they're thrown over. And both guys and girls are invited, Mike actually trusts me. Imagine that.
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