Music: something.. I forget

Mood: semi happy

ugh today feels a little better. LAst night was the first night that I was back with my mom. I was forced to stay there because I had a soccer game early today and my dad couldnt take me becuse he had to take my little sister to HER game out in gettysburg or something, so my mom of all people ended up having to take me. The second I walk into the house....

ğIts trashed, I cant look anywhere without seeing a mess

ğMy sisters start bitching at me, and the one psychopathic one I like to call Sheridan (who probbaly has terets and needs anger management) started fightint dirty (ya kno, scratching, kicking, biting, cant punch for shit)

ğEveryone in the house is telling me to get out and that I belong in a trailer park with alll the other trash

ğI can not get to sleep because everyone is basically running around, tlaking, blowing their hair, and turning the TV on obnoxiously loud... on purpose.

This isnt exactly what I would call a very good day coming back to my moms. She had said to me earlier online when I was at my autns (she was on my other screen name) she had told me "you are always welcome here, even mallory" well she didnt really seem like she had meant it at all.

Well anyways, yesterday Ali and I started working on our social studies project. In the 41/2 hours I was there, we got nothing accomplished really. We kept trying out different things to see what would work best, but nothing seemed to look right. SO right when we figure out what to do, it is already late and I should be getting home.  That means that I have to work on it at home and do major amounts of stuff to make up for all the lost time we had...

As my mom and I were going to sheetz, I wouldnt say one word to her (this is on the way back from my soccer game) and when we get in there, I quickly order my MTO, and go find a drink. When I see my sandwich on the counter, there was alreeady a man standing there putting his salads into a bag. So I say to my mom "theres my sandwich ill get it" but knowing her she wasnt listened and couldnt give two shtis about what I had just said, and walked over past me and is like interrupting this guy who is talking to the lady packaging his salads going "IS THIS NUMBER 49? IS THIS NUMBER 49? EXCUSE ME!!!" and I am sitting here yelling at her "OMG MOM BE QUIET" and well like I said every time there is an opporitunity to embarass me, she takes it... we had a huge fight on the way out, which seemed to have gotten the attention of everyone in the store and I could feel their eyes following me as we left. ggrr.... I have never been so mad at her. I really cant stand her, and well this living with my dad thing... I think it is going to be permanent.

wee omg I saw dave doing a car wash at the commerce bank! I wanted to get the car washed sooo bad for once!!! lol omg.. no SHIRT!! AHH IT WAS GREAT! Now only if he wouldnt wear one when hes around me...

alright well im going to the movies with KB!