What a Wonderful Evening

Come home, start the computer, game time. Lock the boss in a combo while Mum walks around behind me in my room, talking about how I should clean it and she needs to borrow one of my pencils and whatever else she said. Loses concentration, boss jumps out of combo. I die. My gamer rage gauge just snapped. Funnily enough, I didn't say anything to Mum. I think I must have died a little on the inside.

10minutes later, I stop playing games, and while I do things on the computer I hear my parents shouting at each other outside. It makes for nice background noise. I turn on some music, but vaguely I can still make out my parents blaming each other. Perhaps if they calmed down and worked towards a solution, instead of finding fault within one another, they'd get somewhere. I'm just sayin'.

Now I'm tapping my foot restlessly, wondering why the day isn't over. I wish the night sky was lighter, so I could see things outside. The music I have on repeat is wearing on me. I wish it'd rain--- I miss hearing the sound of rain.

Maybe I should just turn to sleep.

Final Exams Over

Finished my final exam at 10.20 this morning. Feels good. I thought I did well, then after the test I realised that I got all this crap wrong. Oh well. It felt good while it lasted. So I came home, and the only thing I've done since then is play games. One of the greatest griefs of the first world is playing a MMORPG by yourself... as if it were a single player game. My friends have all ditched me for their physics revision, because the physics exam is scheduled for Thursday.

While I'm glad that all my exams are over, and that I don't do physics, I'm slightly pissed at the fact that I hardly have a proper friend who doesn't take physics. I really don't understand the appeal of physics. Maybe it's due to my recently discovered distaste for science in general. If this school offered spiritual studies instead of science, I'd take that instead. 

At least I thought I liked chemistry once upon a time. I can't say the same for physics. Ever since year 8, I've hated physics. As much as I hated biology, in fact. My brain just wasn't well-adjusted to remembering how you label different organisms. On that note, the study of cellular structure is the worst thing ever.

Well, I'm going back to reading/wasting time/gaming. Now that I have no work, I guess I'll do everything which I've wanted to do in a long time, without guilt, without regret.

Fuck This Shit

So my mother's homework... I thought she handed that thing in. Apparently not. Just then, she asked me how to do some stupid question. So I tell her what I think the question means, and how I'd answer it. Then she hesitates for ages, not really understanding. I get increasingly frustrated along the way, having to explain the same shit 3 times, and watch her stare at me with a blank expression. Then she's like, "ohhhh, so that's what it means" and she'd give an answer that was completely retarded. It's like teaching someone 1 + 1, and you say "so you have 1, then you add another 1, and now if you count it all, you have 2." And after 5 seconds, they'd go, "ohhhh, so I've got one, then I've got another 1, so in the end it's another 1?"

Lucky she was in a relatively good mood, otherwise I'd have copped another hissy fit from her by now. Can't say the same thing for Dad though. I told Mum I had another exam tomorrow, and I complained to her that her homework was more of a pain for me than for her. Then Dad's all like, "WELL GO DO THE WORK THEN." ...So naturally I fire up at him, because fuck it is not my responsibility and I will not cop this kind of shit. Then he shouts "GO DO YOUR WORK THEN" and I seriously wanted to punch him in the face. Too bad going against your parents like that is too much of a crime.

But seriously. WHY. FUCKING WHY. Every day I hear my Dad complain about how difficult it is to stay awake, reading his medical textbook, and how tedious it is to study and whatever. "Oh I read for like 2 pages and I want to fall asleep", is his complaint. It's okay that he's complaining about the pains which I suffer on a daily basis, but for him to criticize me for not doing my work after all that... how much of a faggot do you have to be?

Fuck, this is a bad day.

I want to smash every single dish in the house

So  apparently it was my turn to wash the dishes, right. Okay, whatever, I don't keep count of this kind of crap. That's why I don't announce "HEY GUYS IT'S MY TURN TO WASH THEM DISHES DON'T TOUCH LEAVE IT TO ME". ...I would never say something like that, anyway. Not in my character.

My roommate finishes eating first, so he takes his stuff to the sink. Aaaand he starts washing them. I finish eating next, and since he's got his hand covered with dish-washing liquid I figured he was essentially volunteering to do the dishes, otherwise he could've just left them there for me to wash. I pass him my stuff, and as soon as I do that my mother reminds me, in her annoying screechy voice, "OI IT'S YOUR TURN TO WASH THE DISHES." So I stand there awkwardly. Like, what am I supposed to do, shove my roommate out of the way and say "DON'T TOUCH THOSE THINGS IT'S MY TURN TO WASH THEM"? Actually, that's what Dad did, a while ago. Shoved him out of the way, as he was 1/2 way through washing the dishes, went to my room, dragged me out and told me to do them instead.

Anyway, I grab a wiper and start cleaning the table and benches etc. While I do that my mother continues, "THERE ARE ONLY LIKE 5 PLATES AND YOU DON'T WASH THEM. HOW LAZY ARE YOU" etc. etc. Well, if there are only like, 5 plates, does it really matter who washes them? Goddammit. This is why I hate this house. My roommate is so nice, yes, but this is like the nth time he's tried to be nice to me and it's worked against me. It'd be better if he did nothing at all, but I can't tell him that. That's just... mean.

Stupidass parents and their stupidass obsession with stupidass dishes.

End of Session Exams

I have my last exam on Monday morning, then I'm free. I'd be mostly done with college, and next session I can just take whatever classes I like and relax for a bit. Words cannot describe how excited I am... I've never been more eager to sit an exam.

Though I must say this session has been a pretty crap one. It's one of those sessions where I've got every teacher I want... but it's still crap. The subjects we've been studying... omfg. So in psychology--- a subject I usually like--- we studied various kinds of development through the human lifespan. I'm actually so sick of the word "development", and I have no idea wtf we did for the entire session. Like, my teacher was actually great (thinking back), but maaaan the topic we did was a piece of shit. The only thing which I liked was theories by Sigmund Freud, but he was a crackpot.

Then in maths we did calculus and statistics... statistics was okay, and then it was boring as fuck, and calculus was a downhill ride from day 1. Actually, I feel like I did quite well on my calculus exam... I really hope this isn't one of those instances where I think I did so well and then it turns out I got a 60%.

Aaaand there's chem and English left. Chem, I've recently decided to hate. 2 lab reports--- they drove me insane. Oh, and I got shit marks for it. That, plus the fact that I failed the first chem exam--- I don't think I did too well on the most recent chem exam either. Oh well. English? Well, you see, English is usually one of my favourite subjects. And it was. I had a 90+ average in English. Then my final exam on Friday came around. I must say it was the worst exam in my life. I walked out knowing that I was fucked, and I'd totally just ruined my over 90 average. ARGH.

Me + English

I would've had a breakdown and cried by now, but a wonderful, trusty friend of mine reminded me that nobody gives a fuck about my end of unit English exam. It's one out of the million shitty essays I've written for college, and now that this unit is over, it means nothing. That's kind of a depression thought, considering how much effort I put into my work sometimes, but it's also rather comforting at the same time, considering how much I've failed.

Oh, test week is always so depressing. I eagerly await my well-deserved holiday.