my stomach is aching. this sucks. especially since it didn't start hurting until now. if only if only, stomach-ache, you had come a few hours ago, i would've just gone to sleep and skipped school tomorrow... but no. i'm up at 11 again, doing the dumbest english project ever assigned in the history of the world (with the exception of that end-of-the-year thing for douglas). oh woe is me. i hate life.
dad: *knocks on bedroom door*
me: *moan*
dad: i'm going to bed.
me: come do my homework!
dad: *sits on my bed and reads the article thing* what are you supposed to do?
me: i don't know! tone! DIDLS! stupidity!
dad: "this article is full of diddles."
me: *shoots self*

listening to: the dishwasher