They Found My Stash!

By they, I mean mom, and by stash I mean the books she doesn't want me reading, but hey the title, "Mom Found My Against the Rule Books!" isn't nearly as good, now is it?
So yeah, mom doesn't like me reading Nora Roberts type books, and I don't like being told what not to read, so I read them anyway. She found them, and my diary (which she read, but the jokes on her because I haven't written in that thing for months) under the bed while I was at a friends house talking about how I should rehide them because she was bound to look at them. Talk about bad timing.
Jeeze, it was horrible, but never fear, I had a plan of action; hide them in the trunk of my car. They can't stay there for long but whatever, I'll work on it. Maybe a take out a wall and hollow out a hiding spot? Somehow I think that would just really piss her off, a hole in the wall I mean.
In other news, I finished half of my homework...well half of half but that rounds up right? Yeah, thought so. I have to go to work in a few hours and I still have to shower, read (yes that's actually a part of my schedule, but I'm behind and need to catch back up with the schedule), and write a bit of that story like I promised my friend.

Does anyone else think that my life story is completely and utterly unfun? Maybe next time I can talk about a would-be mug....probably not, no one mugs you in small towns...so far anyway.