If it were November already, that would actually save me quite a bit of hassle. For starters, even though the purpose of me going round to Sam's was to practice our English play, we DID NOT DO A THING, and what's worse is that, although Sam says he will memorise it, I sincerely doubt he'll memorise it by the 8th. Hopefully I'll start my SOR assignment tonight ... it depends. I WILL start it this weekend. WILL. Plus, I NEED to get Mum a birthday present and Dad a Father's Day present. I'm terrible at buying gifts in the first place, it's even harder when I have no money and have to con someone into paying for me, and harder still when the two people you're buying for are very hard to buy for. I am not looking forward to September 3, 7, or 8. Can someone kindly erase these dates? Thank you.
I plan on getting up early again tomorrow, around 6am. Knowing my Internet, I may not be online until 6:30 ... maybe much earlier, maybe later. Tonight it connected promptly, and this morning wasn't too bad. But I'll have to get off at 9:30am which irks me, because Trudy needs to make some calls - I like her, but it'll be good when she's gone and I'll have the phoneline to MYSELF (well, and Mum, but she doesn't use it much) - and she SAYS she'll only be 30-60 minutes (I sure hope she's right for a change), and then I'll have to blasted reconnect which could take for-bloody-ever. Why must I have such a useless Internet connection? Roll on November and broadband. Yes, don't just kindly erase September 3, 7, and 8, erase all the time between now and November, because November will hopefully be grand. Thank you. I really hope that, come November, I won't be eating my words.
Actually, I may be. See, in late November, I finish grade eleven. Part of finishing grade eleven involves terrible exams, some of which count towards my final high school mark, and another part of finishing grade eleven involves the terrible realisation that I have only one year of high school left. At least there's still going to be university afterwards - and considering what I saw at Bond Uni yesterday, it should be grand - but if I'm not looking forward to finishing high school this much, I'll probably be a wreck by the end of university.
Getting off serious topics, Lauren gave me a fantastic idea for a satire that I'm going to write. I got home from Sam's 2-3 hours later than I planned on getting home (Mum had to do stuff, arrived late, and then talked with Sam's Mum forever because they're friends and thus they do that) so I didn't get to write the satire when I planned to. Hopefully there'll be time tonight. Basically, if I have time free and can choose between satire and SOR ... I'll think "Do the SOR" but end up doing the satire, being the terrible procrastinator that I am.