So I ended up staying out later that usual, going to eat with friends, looking around KOHLS and chilling at yoswirl for half an hour. But I’m on my way home and my mom calls me and yells at me on the phone, asking me where I was and if I knew what time it was. Like okay, it’s 530, I’m on my way home, don’t need to yell at me over the phone. But then she had the audacity to just hang up on me when I’m explaining to her that I was on my way home. When I actually get home, she starts screaming at me like I’ve just done the worst thing ever, and I’m trying to figure out why she’s mad, and then she gets even more mad that I don’t know why shes angry. Wtf. Apparently, I have “hella shit to do today and I won’t have enough time to do it.” Okay please, how long is it going to take for me to play piano and do chinese homework. Then she goes on about how dirty my room is, then how I don’t care about finals, how I always have time to hang out but not study, and other bull. SO then I have to vacuum my room while she stares me down and then she grounds me for a week starting tomorrow. Like, what the fuck. I didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s not like she didn’t know I was going out after school. I’m so frustrated right now.
