The Fighting Starts....

so i got home after an inspired and obvious idea from courtney about my shopping vs. dentist dilema. she said i should just get dropped off after the dentist. duh. so i get home and ask mum if she can drop me off on the way home from the dentist and she says hang on, your gonna miss your guitar lesson. wtf, she booked me in for another first ever lesson on the one day i told her not to. so then we fought about that for about an hour and then i went into my room to punch my bed, coz thats what i usually do instead of punching her. so i punch it and my hand goes straight through... i broke the effing bed (but not in the way i want to) so now im not allowed to go shopping anyway... and also coz i called bella a lil bitch last night. so mum and i yelled for another hour till dad got home, then he joined in. basically the summary was that i have grown into an insensitive prick and mum wants to disown me. so my very not so great day yesterday has grown into a positively shithouse two days. hope tomorrow is better or i swear im leaving.