Hmm...sometimes I wonder why I even bother going home. My mom is crazy, my brother is an asshole. Everything was peachy today until my brother got home and acted like he owned the place. My mom and I had just gotten home from the store, and this all started over something stupid. My mom bought me a pop at the store, and my brother asked if he could have it, and I said no. Well my mom told him he could have it, and I was like well go buy me another one then. HE was like blah blah blah, shook up the pop and put it back in the refridgerator. Well that pissed me off, because he could have acted like an adult about it and jsut put it back in the fridge. NO, so I told him to drink it since he shook it up.....wel he didn't want that, obviously, who would. So then I told him to give me my hat back, which he so kindly wore without asking me. And once again acting like a three year old he threw it. So I called him a douche bag and my mom went off. SO then BJ told me to have Beth take me back to school tomorrow. Which pissed me off because that seems to be everyone's answer to everything. Have Beth do it. So then my mom said the same thing, and I went off.....I told her I thought it was ridiculous that my family couldn't even take responsibility for me. Then I told her I hated coming home because all I ever do is get bitched at. She then called me an ungreatful bitch, and stormed off. Well Beth was coming to get me, so I was getting all my shit around. THen she came in and told me to find my own car, and to get all my shit picked up. So I was like whatever, this is bullshit. So I freaked out, and told her I was going to Beth's to stay the night for church in the morning. SHe didn't want me to do that and told me that church didn't do me any good and blah blah blah. I said I could understand you saying that if you actually went to church, but oh yeah thats right, YOU DON't!!!! Well that pissed her off and she started pushing me, and the next thing I know she's slapping me. That sent me over the edge, and I slapped her ass back. Then she starts freaking out and and shrinking down, like oh please don't hit me. Well needless to say, I told her to not ever fucking hit me again, and I left. SO now I'm chilling here at Beth's house wondering if I even want to go back to my house tomorrow for dinner. I shouldn't, but then again I feel bad not. So I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow. But I should get off of here for now, and do something, maybe even hit the sack! Until next time....Over and Out!