I Need Ice Heal

I'm fucking freezing. And here I thought it was mid-spring, but noooo, my teeth are chattering. Stupid overcast weather and stupid lack of sunlight. Not that I like sunlight that much (because it burns), but I hate feeling cold. The heater is on, I'm in my winter garb, but still I feel cold. It was raining last night, when I drove myself to badminton. So after all that rain you'd think I'd see a bit of sunshine this morning. Nooo, it's freezing. And overcast. Like it hadn't rained at all, but it's about to some time in the near future.

Might as well be a blizzard.

And of course I'm dreading it all, because I have to leave the house at around 12.30. The sky doesn't look like it'll clear for me by the time comes. I barely realise that today is Friday... which means I should probably start and finish my shitload of work. I wonder what I've achieved over the holidays... learning combos in a game I will probably play significantly less, adding pages to my art book, added another 20 songs to my music collection and I read The Blinding Knife. Huh, not bad. Oh, not to mention how I blogged almost everyday, whining about my unrequited "love".

It must have been a nice holiday- it seems that I was able to do a bit of everything which I enjoyed. Too bad my parents were home faaar too often for my liking. Every weekend I see as a wasted weekend, due to their presence. Then, to my great misfortune, we had 2 long weekends in a row, where my parents were both home on Mondays. And on Tuesday I had to babysit. If I can count, that means I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday free, to myself. Double that for 2 weeks--- I've had a 6 day holiday, whereas everyone else had 16 (2 weeks plus initial weekend). Man I feel ripped off. It's like... my family literally stole more than 1/2 of my holidays from me.

...Yet Mum still bitches about how I don't do enough of her homework for her. I don't do my own work, for fuck's sake.

I'm not sure whether I'm happy about my holidays ending... because then I'd see my parents less, or whether I should lament my loss of slacking time, because if I go back to school I'll have work to do. Eh, what I think of it is trivial. School starts in a couple of days, after all.

Last stretch of college, last 6 weeks til hell is over. Here goes.

I'm hangin' on, bitches.