So, I JUST woke up (and boy do I hate the world :D)

Believe it, or not!

Yeah, I did. My throat feels dry and blocked and it's making me feel sick and I missed 2 phone calls somehow. Somehow. Two cents says our humidifier's died again...So I promptly went downstairs to try and "give a piece of my mind" to dad as the TV was on CNN at 46...decibals? I doubt it but some unit of measuring they use for TV volume. And that, is pretty loud and I didn't see him around and I opened the curtain and saw he was gone.

That group project Drama happened again. I got told via MSN late at night whilst talking to Vanccie, Chris and Kat---she doesn't go to ABE--- (while at the same time attempting to sleepily finish my remaining 18 definitions for Social it was 11-ish and I was falling asleep) that if I didn't do the remaning 3 definitions by tomorrow that the two would go off on their own and tell the teacher that I basically did nothing. I tried to justify that I had re-written about 5 or 6 definitions (which were orignally short and I had been asked to re-write and elborate on them) and that that was something but was told that was essentially nothing. Anyway, being the person I am as I get racked with guilt for failing my group, I stayed up till 1 finishing these 3 remaining definitions trying to remember the play how they related to it and such.

Funny thing was, we had Band not English today so I'm confused why I got such an ultimatum.

I had Wind Ensemble which I missed due to exhaustion (4hrs of sleep...I barely work on 6), again so...

Either way, it's renewed my hate for English and my hate for group projects. Honestly, I wish we didn't have them...or that some of my peers were less callous. Really, fuck English and group projects in English class. Social, I can handle. English, no. And you know what? Since I have basically the same classmates for English as I do for Band, fuck Band and the Gr12 Small Ensembles project. Perhaps next year's Gr 12s will enjoy it. I was seriously looking forward to Small Ensembles having helped the Gr 12s last year who had Oliver in their groups (he played Bass Clarinet too.) but since all of this happened, I absolutely *HATE* English and Band. The majority of the Gr12s can't play, nor practice, nor do they care about band. I mean, in my half-awake state I wanted to say how terrible we played (I forgot my instrument in the car, which dad drove to go swimming at 7am) because we suck. It's sad.

Geez, I had no idea I would call my only favorite class that. But due to the circumstances, I am. And since this is the class that has kept me from utterly loosing it.

Mind, me and Vanccie talked to each other for the first time at...the odd hour of 10 (we usually talk at 5 or 6pm). So we talked till past midnight using our speaker phones because I could not hold my phone up and progressively speaking in "blabbles" rather than coherent English until we were like : "Abelh...mydadiscomingupstblairs..." and "Goodbljnightb...". That was fun.

So right now, I'm felling sicker, eating supper (eggs and...potato things...), listening to the CGY-ANA match, thinking about how much I hate English and attempting to focus on my remaining 18 definitions without drifting off. I told my partner that I would finish them tonight so...

I would more than love to know what my English mark is so if I can start panicking or not.

Oh and my dad is interpreting the "Your child in Gr __ was not present for his/her period ___ class" messages that have become frequent as "Your child has not been in at all all day" messages and explaining to him what the messages usually say is difficult and, surprise, hell breaks loose and since I'm the resident "liar" of the family none of what I say is considered truth by him. So it's basically a loosing battle for me to reason with him. Bah.


Why, hello world...