Half Jill and half Jack

So I'm driving to school this morning, and I pulled out in front of this van. It was going slowly, owing to the heavy traffic, and I had plenty of time to get in front of him. Then when I turn down a side road to skip the long queue at a roundabout, he follows me. I don't mean he was following me, he just was obviously going the same way as I was. And he's being a right prick, tailgating to the max. Then when I get onto the gravel private road that I cut down, he floors it and overtakes me. I put my foot down, but I didn't quite keep up because a) my car wasn't fast enough and b) I wanted my suspension to remain intact. But jeez man, what a wanker! I hate aggressive drivers more than I hate old-lady drivers. Come on, will getting two or three cars in front really make much difference to your journey? Geh.
Then my two frees were boring, 'cause Tom wasn't in, so I had no-one to play with.
Then... I came home. And I had barely sat down, when my mum comes in, seeming fairly happy, and she asks "can I have a moan?" jokingly. I say "no," seriously. She thinks I'm joking...
Let me describe a situation to you: I'm watching some crap on TV for five minutes before I go to school. Then I hear the cleaners come in the front door. Now, I got nothing against them as people, I'm sure they are lovely, I just hate having strangers in my house. However, I try my best to disguise this, and I'm always pleasant when I see them. But I digress. So I go out to put my shoes on, and one of the cleaners is standing there. So I smile and say 'hello', and she does likewise. Then I shout 'bye' to my mum, call for my sister to hurry up and leave the house.
Apparently my mother wants to moan at me because I was so 'rude' to the cleaners this morning. WHAT? Apparently, I was rude, because I did not go and find the other cleaner and greet her a 'good morning'. And therefore I seem like a rude child. And therefore she has failed as a mother. She loves telling me that. Anyway, I was having none of it, and my mother being my mother, started shouting about everything under the sun. I won't describe the full hour-long argument, but here is a taste of some of the topics that came up:

• I am an ungrateful child for asking why we had no salsa
• I am a terrible person because I left the shampoo out on the side of the bath
• She has failed as a mother because I didn't seek and greet the cleaner
• I am just being melodramatic when I display anxiety

Then my dad yells at her to stop it (about a million times), so she turns to him and says "did you know that last week he said he didn't like you?". Great. My mother is a tell-tale. Thankfully, my dad just said "of course he doesn't like me, he's a teenager!" which just goes to show, I really do like my dad very much.
Urgh I'm just sick of her calling me a failure, calling herself a failure, over the most ridiculously trivial things. I'm just glad my dad agrees with me. He said she'd been looking for an argument for the past two days. My mum is a crazy sometimes, and there's no reasoning with a crazy.
Other than that, it's been an average day. "Woe, exams!" etc. Yawn.
Going to Nandos this evening for Cousin's birthday do. He got a PSP from his school friends for his birthday! What a fuck! I'm well jealous, a fuckin' PSP!!! From his friends!!! Jesus.
Apart from that, all I have to say is that I have finished my tea, so I have to go make another one. Oh goody, I get to leave my room. Hopefully I will steer clear of my eccentric mother.
For the record:

1. I love both my parents
2. Half Jack is a Dresden Dolls song which I really love. It's about the singer's parents. Half Jill and half Jack? Get it? Point is, it's not my confession of being a drag queen.

And that's that.