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Um…yeah. I really felt like writing, once I got into it. Even with the depressing two-week intermission between writings, I still feel proud of myself for blogging continually for a full month. I know that may sound sad to experienced bloggers, but I can’t help it. Hopefully I will find time during the school months to keep you updated…but it won’t be easy. I went in for late registration today, since I had missed Falcon Prep Week while in Europe. Only the bookstore was open, so I get to do everything else on the first day of school. Great.
You know what else is great? The amount of summer homework I have left to do in the next twelve days. Here’s a list, with estimated time needed for completion.
Journey to the Center of the Earth/Journal Entry - 10 hours
4 Chapters of World History Reading - 5 hours
5 Outlines for Said Chapters - 5 hours
250 Test Questions for Said Chapters - 5 hours
Oliver Twist Reading - 10 hours
Around the World in 80 Days Reading - 7 hours
Book Critiques for Above Two Books - 5 hours
Total - 47 hours
Twelve days is equivalent to 288 hours. If I sleep nine hours a day, then I have 180 waking hours. Then I only work from about 10 AM to 5 PM, so I’ll have 84 hours, roughly. So half of all of my time must be devoted to school. That sucks. So I’ll get to work, I guess.
And now Mom says I should go to bed to get back onto a normal schedule, though it’s probably been two years since I went to bed at a normal hour and got up early. I only get up early during school. I never do things in the morning, so why get up. I’m one of those people you’d call a night owl. I might stay up until 5 AM just to be awake. So I do. Is it right to disobey might parents? (Bad me says: Yes, if they don’t know about it. Good me says: It’s for your own good.) Since when did I care about my own good? I’ll go to bed when I feel like it, and now is nowhere near that time. I kind of think sometimes that my parents are just jealous that they have to work while I get to sit around all day and want to make me at least adhere to their sleeping hours. Sorry, but no.
I think I’ve ranted enough, now. I was going to tell you about how all my hopes and dreams are dashed since I was forced to spend all my money in Europe (and $50 more, besides) on expensive food and ice cream. No computer for me. I need some long-lost uncle to die and leave me a few million dollars in inheritance. Screw the uncle, I just want the money. He can rot.