Okay so ignore my late journal. i thought i was okay with my mom and the comp. was mine again but obviously not.
today was cleaning day, we always clean on saturday. why? because my mom is a retard

anyway, i woke up at 8 in the morning to clean the laundry room. then two hours later my brother and i were eatting breakfast and she came to me saying i needed to clean it. i told her i did, this morning. apparently i do a less than mediocre job cleaning and so point is, she flipped, even my borther was probably wondering whats wrong with her(or maybe not, cuz he's a pussy who loves to saide with mommy)
and so i said fine, lets go see the laundry room i cleaned this morning. so she pointee out everything i didnt do or did wrong then rambled about how shes not crazy and shes a good mother... for the record: shes not that good."maybe" decent...maybe.
then i messed up dusting my room.

basically im trying to say, my weekend(my so very short weekend that is the only thing i ever have to look forward to in my life) is starting off like shit and tomorrow, i have a feeling, won't be any better.