Again, why i hate my mom.
it is 9:13 on a saturday night. my friends are out drinking...having a good time and i am here writing in my god damn live journal. WHY YOU MAY ASK? ill tell you why. last night, i went to see elf with mike cory and beth, i told my parents i was with alex at elf. someone my mom knows saw me and told my mom i was with a guy. my mom went searching for me at a football game where i had to take pictures. it was raining i took the pictures and i left. she calls saying i have to be home in an hour. so i come home...i tell her what i was doing last night, when she realizes there was nothing wrong with it...there is no fucking problem. I AM STILL HOME ON A SATURDAY AT 9:16PM!!!! then they try and pull some shit to actually get me in trouble for to back up there anger but it doesnt pull through. my mom went to my best friends house looking for me, and im pretty sure yelled at her dad...FUCKING RUDE BITCH!...and now her dad thinks my ex boyfriend stole shit from their house. what the hell is wrong with everyone tonight? i am home. they have my alcohol. the only thing i did was stand in the rain at a football game. what a great fucking saturday night. I WILL DESTORY EVERYONE.