The Aborted Tantrum

I got into a fight with my dad last Saturday, and I walked out on him and stormed into my room, slamming my bedroom door as I started rearranging my things (which always helps me calm down). Then my mom asked me to come down for dinner. So I went to my door... and it wouldn't open. Fuck, I didn't even lock the accursed piece of shit, and it jammed up on me. Next thing I know, my mom is yelling at me for being a childish tantrum thrower, and I am yelling back that the damn door won't let me out.

They eventually realized that I am not lying, and that I really am locked inside my own room. So they send my cousin in through our neighboor's roof and in my window (my room is on the second floor) to attempt to jimmy up the lock. No use. After an hour or so, they decide to let me eat by letting me jump out the window and on to the roof. Thankfully, I survived that, and my door later got broken down. So now I have a door without a door knob. Fuck.

I've managed to watch "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" already! Will watch it again!

Oh, and Smackdown's Eddie Guerrero died.