So I'm at the school right now, trying to decide whether or not I should go home. In the event that I do go home, I will undoubtedly fall asleep. This could be bad for a number of reasons, mostly related to me going to bed at 4 this morning and getting out of bed at 7. Bah freaking humbug, everyone. I did finish my stupid BritLit essay, though, which brings my total assignments left for the school year down to 2. Go me. Way to get stuff done.
So my Easter weekend was mostly good. My parents bought me another really nice book on the work of Salvador Dali (I got one for Christmas too) and a bucket full of housecleaning products. They're very good at that. I have to get my dad (and Kori) birthday presents sometime soon so hopefully Benjamin will be able to oblige me with a ride somewhere. I appear to have misplaced my paycheque, which is mildly distressing but I will sort it out later on.
Thank you to everyone who expressed concern over the end of my relationship with Gravity Man. It means a lot to me that you actually cared enough to say something. He took my decision a lot harder than I thought he would, and in an effort to make everything better, I renegged on the break up and settled for just a break. So, just so we're all on the same page here, he and I are on a break for an as of yet undetermined amount of time (between 1 and 2 months) which will be followed by a period of time in which he is given a quote/unquote 'second chance' to try to make the relationship work. I am not entirely thrilled about this, because I feel like I've been boxed into a corner, but I remain confident that things will work out for the better regardless. Even though it can be difficult to keep remembering that.
I've started another diary, which can be found here. Just to warn you, it is in French. In the past few days I've come to a realization of how much my French is starting to suck (which is understandable, since this is the first year since I started school at the age of 4 that I haven't taken a French course of some kind). So this journal will basically be updated maybe once or twice a week, in French, in hopes of improving my written French sklils and accordingly my oral ones as well. I mean, I can hope right? It should help keep me sharp though. Sharp like a pickaxe. Heh.
anyhow, I guess I should run along and go catch the bus back to McNamara St. Cheerio, everyone, and thanks for reading.