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I feel like I should be updating normally, but there isn't much to say nor any motivation. This post will most probably be skimmed, considering the next [two/one? hrm] post[s]. (Haha, that sentence is such a mess. It's because I haven't decided yet.)
School = now my life. Argh. I'm really busy, as you might have noticed, and I have very little time anymore. I'm in between doing homework and study notes right now, haha. Just came back from the library and fuck it was cold in there. D: It's really hot outside, though, and we had to play netball in the heat. We tied, and since it's the semi finals we had an extra 5 minutes as a tiebreaker... and tied again. So we had another 5 minutes: a fight broke out, the other team didn't time properly, and we ended up losing by 1. We could have gotten more goals in the time they cut off, I swear. But the fight broke out and their teacher goes "Right, just get on the bus". Yeah, bitch. You want to leave when you're winning, but you don't want to leave when there's a tie and a chance of us winning. Fucker.
I'm tired right now. I'm getting used to being tired. I probably shouldn't, but there's always work, and it's only going to get worse. Expect sparse updates with little to no content in them. This post is just to let you know that I'm alive and I haven't gone crazy, so don't think any previous posts imply that.
My dad's driving me crazy, and my mum seems to be having a go at me again. I'm used to that, too. Will it stop? Probably not. But if they keep stressing me out, I'm going to fucking snap, and I don't care if dad wants to kick me out after that because I'm not going anywhere. This is my house, too, and they're both moody bitches and always take it out on me. My mother called me a bitch last night -- excuse me? You're the one insulting me. And my dad comes in, telling me that I have to get up early and to "keep that in mind" (ie don't stay up late). My reply was something along the lines of, "Yes, dad. I know what you mean because you say that everyday". Which is true; he does. I wasn't even saying it in a rebellious way... I was just stating the facts, and distracted by the TV so I didn't realise that he'd gotten angry. He did that quiet-yell, when you know you're in a lot of trouble. He told me off and said that I "couldn't talk to him like that" and that he would "throw me out" if I continued. "Do you understand me!?" Yep, I sure do. Asshole.
Mehhhhh. There's nothing to say.
Oh! I'm going to the wrestling this Thursday with Helen. WWE Raw Survivor Series, oyeahhh. HBK is gonna be there. :D :D :D And John Cena! Ah, mine and Helen's favourite wrestlers, respectively. Oh, and Kunal's having a party on Saturday and we're all going to get pissed. Yay. Something to look forward to; the end of school for a week.
Goddamn it only being Tuesday.
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