Dad came for a visit, and left yesterday. Somehow seems quiet around here.

Being the middleman sucks. Running here and there nonstop like some kind of messenger dog. Wish they'd hurry up and make up. Or at least get it out of their systems. Its driving me nuts.

Got my new loft bed from Ikea. :> It rocks (literally?)! Thanks, dad. Room appears much more spacious now, and nothing beats sitting underneath and chilling. Or in this case, reading Mrs. Dalloway. Lit sucks. One book a week is seriously *way* too fast to keep up... I hardly even have time to finish *READING* one book (let alone critically analyze or understand it), before we're onto the next. Can't keep up for readings, either. Essay due in 2 and a half weeks or so. Blah. Tuts suck. Nothing intelligent or substantial to say in there. Nothing at all.

2 assignments/projects due this Friday. How tragic is that?

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But if you'd only told me baby,
I would have made some other plans
If I'd only seen it sooner
But what a way with your hands you have

"A Moment With You" - George Michael

How fake can it all get? Family ties, my foot. How absolutely disgusting is it to behave all saccharine sweet and concerned in front of me all along, then bitch like hell behind my back? There's *nothing* I despise more than people who bitch around, yet have NO guts whatsoever to say it in front of the person concerned. If I don't like you, I'll goddam tell you. And I will, the next time I see you.

Fuck off, bitch. I only have two things to say to you.

1. I don't care if you think I'm scum. Leave my mother outta this.

2. Open your goddam eyes and take a look at your darling precious daughters.
What they were, what they are, and what they'll never, *ever* be. Who's gonna fall now, huh?

5.30am. Don't really feel the urge to blog nowadays. Been 5 days since I've returned; sleeping at a ridiculous 7am almost every night. Finally got my timetable more or less done, and argh... 9am lect on Monday. >< Deja vu. Leaves me wondering just *how* many of 'em I'm actually going to make it for...

Keep Weds and Fris free so far though. Can't complain about that.

School starts on Monday. Half-hearted really. Get to see everyone again, but then fun and games comes at a price, I guess...

Uncle leaves on Tues. No comments. For once, it doesn't really matter to me (hhhh!). :>

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What's too painful to remember, we simply forget.

"The Way We Were" - Barbara Streisand