This week has just been one long, 'oh goodness'.

It really has. Everything, and I do mean everything, is making me want to either bang my head repeatedly against a wall or go into a temporary coma in some soma generated little world inside my head. Or maybe both at once. It hasn't been particularly bad in any way, I haven't any major complaints that are in, any way, justified. But I'm tired of the monotony that comes with going to school every day, and I'm sick of having no time to myself, and I want the warm weather to give me some benefits, instead of merely making gym class feel impossibly long. Why is summer such a curse, at first?! Certainly, it's wonderful once one makes it into August and July, but now? It's uncomfortable and irritating.

Don't get me wrong though, my life hasn't been in complete wreckage or anything. Monday was boring; Tuesday was... boring too. Wednesday, my shirts arrived from Amazon, who delivered far more swiftly than I expected. The Mudhoney one is ginormous, it goes down to my knees and the sleeves are so baggy, it's almost comical. Still, I intend to wear it to school tomorrow regardless. The others fit me better, I think they're actually a proper size. Buying things I do not actually need off the internet and then seeing them come in their humble little brown packaging never fails to delight me, so that made my day. That's probably been the high point of my week, so far. There've been several recurring annoyances that refuse to let me be in a consistently good mood.

First of all, my piano songs this week are proving to be virtually impossible for me. I keep getting distracted, bored, or fed up with it, and working out my own arrangements, or playing something else entirely. My lesson is next Tuesday, and I barely have the first two measures of both songs down. I need eight of both. I intend to put in more work on them over the weekend, but I don't know how possible that will be. This is due to the fact that my grandparents are showing up, apparently. Tomorrow. I was only informed of this yesterday, as communication at its finest is always exhibited in my family. I love my grandparents and all, but they're extremist left wing enviromentalist nutjobs who's idea of a good conversation is to interrogate me on what college I'm going to attend, who rape our kitchen of all health food, and then complain that we only have junk left to eat, demand that I demonstrate my knowledge on the guitar for them, which is more minimal than they'd like, and, last but not least, make racist remarks about how fortunate my brother and sister are that my parents 'took them in.' If there's one thing that makes me angry, it's that. Well, that and some other things. Okay, a lot of things. But that's on the list. On top of those things, social drama is escalating everywhere I look at school. I had my first fight with a school friend, since I moved, this past week. It's not a fight in that we slapped each other and ran off crying, but there's tension, and I broke down and yelled at her yesterday. For some reason unbeknowst to me, she's acting all jealous and trying to make me look stupid in front of her boyfriend, who happens to be one of my closest school friends, because, due to some rumor another friend keeps spreading around, I'm trying to steal him and it's working. None of this is true, of course. And now I'm telling the internet too much again. Plus, if that weren't enough, my english project is trying to kill me. Or make me a Nazi. Or something along those lines. Josef Mengele appears to have laid some sort of curse on me that has impaired my ability to come up with abnormally big words for a thirteen year old kid to use on my report. I have a... thing about showing up my english teacher. I know, it's not terribly nice, but if you had to listen to her scream on about us getting off the escalator every day, you'd feel the same way. I don't stand up in front of the class and scream out hateful slander against her or anything, but if she makes an error, I do try to raise my hand and correct it in front of everyone. It gives me such joy. Especially since, most of the time, she shows the world how narcissistic she is by coming over to my seat, arguing with me, and then realizing, belatedly, she was wrong and correcting herself in such a way that suggests she knew it all along. So, that class has been torment. As has science. And algebra. And teen living. And, even gym, because I cannot stop angsting over some of the stupidest things in the world when it comes to that class, so I hate it.

School needs to end. Now. Oh. I almost forgot: I've one last grievance to share before I go. Animal Crossing Community (every downside of a command economy enclosed in one little gaming forum) banned me. Again. Most of you probably know this already, but I'm not exactly a first timer when it comes to accounts there. The place is a pain to stay alive in, and the moderation is so extreme, it's pathetic, but it's sort of... my life. Oh, not the forum, exactly. But everything that comes with it. The internet. Fanfiction. The best friends ever. It all spawned from there, for me. But, after creating my eleventh or so account, due to a ban for cursing my head off, which was probably one of my stupider decisions, they banned me the following day for multiple accounts. They're certainly not very creative around there. I want something interesting: sharing personal information! Posing as a staff member! Distributing copyrighted material! I could, would, and have done all of these things before. If only they'd call me on that instead of the same tired old complaints. But I digress. I've decided not to make any more accounts. I'm sort of sick of letting a video game forum waste three or four hours of my life every day. I don't even play Animal Crossing anymore. Most of the people on there are shallow, annoying, and about as intelligent as pillbugs, and, quite honestly, about ninety percent of them have outgrown it and just go on because they can get away with acting superior to little kids there. I've done the same, which is really awfully horrid of me. Plus, there are far better ways to waste time on the internet. Hopefully, this'll clear some time up for a while. Perhaps I'll log on again in the summer, when I've more patience and time. Perhaps not. You never know. I know that if you're reading this, you most likely arrived here from that site, and you're probably wondering where I've gone. You can send me an IM or something, if you'd like. Just get in contact with me by way of the comments.

Now that I've covered all of my many whiny bases, it's time to ramble about music. I shall begin this by saying that I've got a Garbage phase. It started out with a 'Sex Is Not The Enemy' addiction that lasted for a while, but their other stuff struck me as sort of boring. Shirley Manson has, in the last few days, become one of my favorite female vocalists. Their songs are really easy to sing along to, and they've somewhat suited my mood. Whatever my mood happens to be. With that said, I'm sort of in a girly pop / punk / whatever phase in general. Dollyrots, Veruca Salt, Go Betty Go, The Donnas, that sort of thing. I am also still phasing over Nirvana, mostly on the bus. Nothing beats sprawling out across the whole seat - yes, I'm antisocial. But it's the bus and I'm sleepy - and listening to Scentless Apprentice or Swap Meet with the volume all the way up. Other than that, it's been a moderately randomized collection of music, for me. I was listening to Creed for a while today. I started listening to some of the songs off of Marty Casey's pre - reality show album, last weekend. That's... about it, I believe.

I've got to put my brother and sister to bed now. Night, world.

Edit~ Oh, I almost forgot. The icon on my Blogger account isn't a picture of me. It's one of my many heroes, Steve Burns. If you think I'd show the internet a picture of myself, well... okay, you're not that far from the truth. But, I'm not posting it on Blogger. I do have some sense of reason. That's all.