Burnout.

Let me just start out this story by saying this:

Nothing Good Happens To plain girls
Seriously, Being a Plain Jane might be the biggest curse one can receive. Do you remember that movie on disney channel, Ella Enchanted? You think Ann Hathaway had it bad with the curse of obedience? Don't make me laugh. She might have been cursed with no ability to say no, but she was pretty, and the pretty ones always end up okay in they end, with a castle, a babe, and away from her evil stepmother.

And I,
Maple Marie Mackentire
Have

No Castle
No Babe
And an Evil REAL Mother.

(And a stupid fucking name)

And my dear reader, I am not fishing for compliments here. I've accepted the fact the my face isn't brilliance, and have appreciated the fact that I don't look like the crypt keeper. So don't even go there. I, as a writer promise to never ever lie to you. I cross my heart that every single thing that comes out of my bullshit story is factual. So trust me, I don't exactly know where I'm going with this one.

I have a dog named Layla, she's a corgi (Short legs and a loud fucking mouth) and a husky mix (covered in so much fur, that however, covers more of my clothes then her body). She's really annoying and has a


CONSTANT


Barking war with the dogs across the street from my house.
This is how I wake up every morning.

After I shut the mutt up by giving her a treat, drinking coffee, and throwing all my cloths and makeup on in under twenty minutes, I spend the other hour and a half I have before school smoking weed and not doing my homework.

Junkie?
No way. Pot Head? Of course. It's just a little bit of weed. A fun time
All the time!
Whats.
wrong.
with.
That?
It's a bad habit, I smell like the herb all the time, but i'm addicted, and it's not the worse thing I could be doing at Sixteen years old. In fact, I think that it's normal for kids to experiment, AND GET FUCKING BLASSSSTTED ON THE WEEKENDS. If anything, it might make me lazy, but for a couple hours i'm the most creative, happy, and hungry girl in the world. When I’m on pot, I feel like any single problem can be solved by weed. And if you smoke pot, you'd probably agree with me,

Marijuana is the LORD'S GIVEN GIFT to mankind.

Do you Agree? Maybe not, but I said I wasn't lying to you and i’m not going to start on the first chapter, Weed is god sent. Honestly it is the only thing that keeps my from thinking the same thought constantly,

Because instead of thinking:

I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE.
I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE. I WANNA DIE.

Its more like:

LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS! LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS!LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS! LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS! LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS! LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS!LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS! LET'S GET HIGH. I WANT TO GET HIGH. WHERE'S THE WEED AT. I CAN’T FIND MY REFRIGERATOR OR MY HOUSE KEYS!

Long story short, I celebrate 420.

And that's what I do with my time, that is of course, other than hanging out with Andy and my sister Kasey and her roommates.

Andy:
Andy is my best friend in the whole entire world. I met him freshman year in theater class.

He, was the seemingly gay kid with a thing for making weird home videos

Me, the dorkie chick, and the only person who didn't feel like kicking him in the face during my free period.
Andy is the relationship i'll never have, with no strings attached and less pressure. I can look like the mighty goblin queen and he doesn't care as long as I have food, plenty of the gud ol’ green, and a movie to watch. He's my knight and shining armor dressed in skinny jeans, and my good golly, how i adore and love him.

But we will save the “L” word for another day.

Kasey and the Roomates ™:

They were all compelling
Two oddball stoners
(60 and 25)
With a constant supply of the
‘Gud ol Green”
And constant love
Like a fucked up family

A sister and a guy
(22 and 55)
Who waste their lives away
But make me feel loved
Like a fucked up family.

But sadly, I woke up this morning to Dogs barking, Moms screaming, and a text message from Andy I could hardly read that said,


“C0me 0n luzer, lets par- tea!”

Notes

Ill start by saying,
this is my personal life experiences, so if you don't like it.

FUCK YOU I'M DOING WHAT I CAN SORRY IM SO BORING.

And

I'm really bad at updating so you will get a chapter when I feel like writing one.

And

I don't want a million comments about how weed is bad, like fuck, if you don't like drug abuse story's, then don't read story's about drug abuse. Go smoke a blunt or something

And

I hope you enjoy and laugh at my life as much as I do.