My dad is still under the impression that my results are damn terrible, every single conversation we had in the few hours I went over this weekend was about studying.
And he talks as though he know whats it like in JC, though it would be quite queer if he really did, seeing as he has never been in one.
It sucks being told what to do by someone who knows less than you, but you can't tell him that in his face. I swear I'm gonna avoid visiting my dad's shop in the following days.



Its another sunday spent in solitude... not counting my cat and dog. I'm left with nothing to do except complaining to myself on my own blog. Seriously... this sucks. I'm tired of being bored...zzz.