Hi... (sigh)... House smells of weed... once again... (sigh)... I cannot endure this and I don't want to.  Going to D.C. on June 1st could not come sooner.

I can't be happy living at home with Andrew and Ian if they're smokers.  I just hate it.  I suppose that Ian hasn't many places to go, but I abhor and can never respect that he smokes at our home.  Certainly not with his friend, Rob, and his girlfriend, Iris.

My flight syndrome just kicks in when I smell weed.  All that I can think is that this battle is lost...  I will go away hopefully not to remain very long in the house, or at least not in the company of Ian and Andrew.

This seems to be the parting of the ways and I must learn to have no regret about that.  I will go the Lord's way.  Andrew and Ian can follow Him if they want, but I certainly do not want to be left back because of them.  At this moment I feel no qualm about leaving home.  I will be too happy to leave.  I even thought of going to New York City after the internship, but I'll return home once more to acquire my VISA for Martinique at the French Consulate of Atlanta.

I don't mean to blow this out of proportion, but I don't want to live with weed in my life.  Whether I smoke it or others do.