Grr. I'm in a pissy-ass mood right now, for no particular reason. I miss Mathman. He went home yesterday, and I will likely not not see him until we both return to school in September, as he is working at Paramount Canada's Wonderland for the summer. Bless him, he really didn't want to leave us at all. I don't want to leave us either, but I may not have a choice. Still no word on a job prospect here in North Bay. Bugger.

I wrote my British Literature examination this afternoon. It went alright, I imagine I'll get about a 75, though I'm hoping for higher. We got our essays back and I got an 85. Yay. I guess. I felt good at the time, but I've just completely lost all my enthusiasm for everything in the last two hours. I'm glad BritLit is over though. One of our essay questions was about T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" being the perfect end to a survey course on British Literary history, so I started out my introduction with: "'April is the cruelest month'. For students, this is even more true, particularly when faced the daunting task of trying to comprehend the enigmatic, problematic world of T.S. Eliot's 'The Waste Land'." I like T.S. Eliot, and since last night I've gained a grudging respect for the Waste Land, but I still have a sneaking suspicion that there may have been some crack involved in the creation of that poem.

I think the real reason I'm pissy is because MOnty kicked my ass 25-1 twice in a row at Halo. Bastard. And because Benjamin and Kori rented a movie for the two of them to watch by themselves. (No, not *that* kind of movie, just K-Pax). But the point is, they made a concious decision to exclude me from watching with them. I shouldn't care because I have to finish writing my play and studying for my psych exam, but still...there's only the three of us in the house, and it sucks to be the odd man out.

But I guess that's something I should be used to, by now.

I'm also having some difficulties getting home next Tuesday, which is frustrating as all get out. What does my dad have to go to Timmins for, anyway? Grrr. I just don't feel like i have nay control over anything in my whole stupid life right now, and it's not a good feeling. Because I pride myself on control. I thrive on it, even.

I stole the South Park movie soundtrack from Monty though, and though I may die, La Resistance lives on. And when Canada is dead and gone, there'll be no more Celine Dion. Sigh. I apologize profusely for this entry.

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