This is seven layers of stupid.

I was left home alone. That never happens, mostly because my parents don't like each other enough to go away on vacation together and leave me to watch over my brothers. And also, luck being the fickle bitch it is, never has both my parents out on business trips at the same time or anything.

BUT this weekend my dear youngest brother had a hockey tournament out of town, and I firmly declared I was in no uncertain terms staying home.

Well, I had the house all to myself for only the briefest amount of time before my mom shows up at the door at 1:00 in the morning. Just about an hour ago. No doubt because she (unwarantedly) doesn't trust me not to have a rave or something.

All I was going to do was blast my stereo and clean my room (because she said, and I quote "If I get back and your room is not clean, your life will be hell. I will throw away your plants. And THAT CHAIR!" as she pointed at my beloved psychedelic 60s orange arm-chair). But nooooo. Now I can't prance about and clean with gusto like I'd planned, because my mother is sleeping, and if I should wake her, I might very well get murdered.

I have to clean like a mouse would clean if mice cleaned. That is, quietly.


I am so unimpressed.

I am a chaotic person. It is very difficult to clean my room. And keeping it clean is impossible. Hence, why should my mother waste her time getting angry at me for having a jungle in my room? Clearly she does not see the futility of her rage.

I keep my door closed, so it's not like she even has to see the mess.


This is a useless post.
I am not happy with the way it turned out.