Yesterday, My dad bought a computer screen. I took it to my room and hooked it to an Xbox. Aaawwww yeeeeaaah. Spent all night playing yesterday. Happy me.
Here I am back again in my work station to work on my Thesis. I've been doing a better job of not being distracted.
Mom's in a really bad mood today. It's Sunday, so it's nothing new. She's yelling at every small detail. I'm really tired of her and dad treating me like I'm still a baby. I know this sounds like a spoiled white kid complaint, but the way I am treated has not changed ever since I was 11 and it is simply ridiculous.
She basically expects me to stop my work on my thesis and just do her homework for her. It's HER homework. Why is she getting mad at ME for not doing it for HER? I'm sure it's not MY job.
Why, Senior Thesis? Why? I swear I didn't procrastinate as much. It's just that I was dumb enough to start out with a terrible topic.
I have been working hard. I don't like this at all.
I'm gonna have to get braces at the age of 17. Got a miniature depression attack when the doctor said it'll take 2-3 years. College's gonna be hell now. I wouldn't be surprise if I committed suicide. Heh... It actually doesn't sound that bad.
