I fucking hate my mother. Last night everyone was getting ready for bed and was in the bathroom cleaning my teeth when my mother comes in and starts doing hers. I finish mine and go to walk off when she asks "Have you turned off your games machine?" Given the fact that this was 11 O'clock at night I was slightly tired and this came out a bit in the tone of my voice, however she took it as anger and as always overreacted and bit my fucking head off!
She began shouting at me so, unwilling to sit there and take this crap, I ignored her and returned to my bedroom to settle down for the night. Unfortunatly she wasn't about to leave it there and followed me in several minutes later and gave me a long-winded speech about how she's sick of being disrespected blah, blah, fuckin blah.

Once she's done verbally-abusing me she walks straight into my brother Lee's room and starts shouting and screaming at him, I over hear her threatening to start taking away his stuff if he doesn't keep his room tidy. (which to give him his due, he has been doing recently.)After that she storms back to me and gives another loud-mouthed speech before storming off to bed.
This morning I wake up from a unusually nice dream I was having and hear Mum outside talking to our next-door neighbour Graham who I dislike, she is giving a completely one-sided version of the story to him where she's the victim and I'm to blame for it all, fucking typical.

On a lighter note, on Friday I finished my college course! Yay.