Mum (Van123)

So my mum's been in a mood for me for not revising for my GCSE mocks. On Friday, I went to Poets for a little meet, 'twas good. Kenshi was there, Mankey, Cheeko, Horribleman, Rodders, and even a female, whykt.

We'd (me and cal) had spent the whole day trying to find some drugs, but no luck. Apparently there'd been some sort of drought due to a raid and dealers are laying low for a while. Anyway, we got to Poet's at 7 ish, and the 'gang' were playing Mashed. Even Poet was, with his dodgy arm. Horribleman had some drugs, but not enough, and there was some alcohol, but I passed on that. Meh. I wanted to paly some DOA3 because I'm 1337 at it, but they wouldn't have any of it, so Soul Calibur 2 was put on instead.

Cheeko and whykt were the first to go, then Rodders. Mankey left with Kenshi, and it was just 5 of us left. Horribleman had to leave, so ran out with his jacket to catch up with the quitters. Idiot. He left his bag and games there. Capp took them, though. He was kinda glad, cos Horrible's bag was big enough to hold his stuff.

So it was just me, cal, and Poet now. After tidying up, we watched a movie. 'Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle.' That's about two guys who get really stoned and go on a trip to a burger bar to get the perfect meal. That made us feel really bad cos we didn't have any drugs. Then we played Top Spin and NBA Live 2005 for a while, before settling down to Saw. What a messed up film. [spoiler]people die[/spoiler]

Went to bed at like 6 am. Went home at 2. I tried to put some money in the bank, but it was closed, what with it being Sunday. So I went to the machine, but it wouldn't give me an envolope, so I went home.

My mum's still in a mood cos I didn't tell her I was going out, or staying the night. So I go up to my room. Ooh, she's put a stand under my PC for some reason, and tidied up my books. That's nice of her. Then I close the door. The buldge in my guitar case isn't there. I poke it a bit with my foot. Soft. I open it up. Strange, nothing there. Odd. Shit. She's found my unopened litre bottle of vodka which I got at NYE. My only defence is that it is unopened.

So I go downstairs, acting like I don't know. She doesn't know that I know that she knows. So, after I've got my drink, I go back upstairs. Internet disconencts. Back downstairs, router's turned off. Turn it back on, go upstairs. Internet disconnects again, so I go downstairs. This time it's unplugged and my mum's singing in the kitchen, listening to music on her wireless headphones. "Bitch." So I go into the front room, unplug the headphones, and take the little aux. connector it has. Whoops, looks like she can't listen to music. Actually, she can, she just couldn't use the headphones, so I took the CD out, and took it up to my room, not before replugging the router. But when I get back up, the internet's off. This little game of stealing and turning off the router goes on for a good hour. After a while, I just give up and play StepMania. Aha, but first I stole her glasses and hid them in my PC tower.

This morning, she was still a bit moody, but meh. After school, she was really talkative to me. Wha? I dunno. But I always tell her not to go through my room. Why? For her protection. Protection from the truth. Did she listen? Hell no. Now she's upset and it's all her own fault. I feel no sympathy.

It'll be quite funny when/if she confonts me about it. I'll just blame it on some one else. Point out how it was a 'present' and how I didn't intend to drink it becuase it's still unopened after two weeks.

Slag.