my dad is not 宽容。

well, yes. he always bitches with my mum over little things.

as you probably already know.

oh well.

i am going to turn out the argument now. so that i hear nothing.

it's not working.

and now petr cech's injured. what balls. the premier league is falling apart, there's no decent soccer nowadays. and there isn't even f1 to care about. the next race is spa, i think. 26-28 august.

nothing much stressful tmr, except...english summative compre test which is we can't study for, so no point. and i think we're writing zuowen...forget it i give up.

and math assignment's due. halfway out of the dark.

we're really lagging behind for math. but somehow i get the feeling our chem is super fast. and phy. it's like week 8 and we're 1/3 through the last set of notes for the semester. i think.

and then someone is going to prove me wrong and say there's 4 topics.

i find physics quite interesting and fun, but i'm just not good at it. and i love chem more rawr.

i have no idea where that came from.

oh good, my dad finished eating. which means the pointless argument has ended.

can't even soccer or netball tmr, because i'm still sick and coughing. and my head still feels weird. i think this is super long i've gone without soccer..well, i'll probably start sometime next week. next friday i think o.o

which is my birthday.

right, i'm off now to settle some random stuff and pack my bag with chem worksheets, because the wall aka jordan png wants them.

goodnight.

don't be too hard on everyone else. or yourself.