What's Wrong With That?

I'm in my room, listening to music, and whe my mom heard, well, it went like this:

MOM: what are you doing?
IZZY: listening to music.
MOM: seriously? again? still? don't you have a life?

So I went and turned my music up louder. Take that, Mom!

I there anything wrong with sitting in your room listening to MCR? Really? tell me if there is.

It could be worse - my older brother was a crack addict. Does she want me to be one, too?