Sunday, December 05, 2004
i'd reach for the starsheard of death by chocolate?
this is death by homework. it's like our own little private level of hell. on the outskirts, because in actuality it really probably isn't as bad as we think it is. but still. it is incessant and senseless.
so now... i feel like i'm on overload. my mom told me this earlier this week, too. not with the expected sympathy, of course, but with some nagging about how i also had a ton of chores to do.
then today she yelled at me because i was cleaning my room and told her that i might be up late tonight again doing homework. to which she told me that no i wasn't i was going to bed at 11, and how i had since monday to clean the entirety of my room out (and the few of you who've seen it know, my room has lots of crap in it), she wasn't going to be sympathetic...
oh well. i finished my room already. now i just have some smallish mounds of homework and a large sketch of hundreds of hats to complete! joy of joys.
sidenote! i'm not grounded any more. +good
but i can't find my arms