Suckers, I'm in Orlando.

After last night's frantic packing..till about 2am, I didn't bother sleeping. Parents decided to go to airport 2 hours earlier for a domestic flight. Way too damn early.

Mother had a moment. A moment of her adolescent years where she threw a tantrum because of her headache and ensuing hunger. No, not funny.

Flight to Toronto was alright. Spent the first 1.5 hours watching Bride Wars.. Haha.. Was the most cliché Chick flick ever... EVER. The humour was typical, the storyline predictable as hell, the set up for the ending was so brutally forced I'm surprised this movie even made it to the theatres. Girl ends up marrying guy that appears in like 10 minutes of this shitastic movie after a year of dating and ends up preggos. Beauty, pure beauty. That writer should have been fired, I would have done a better job.

From Toronto to Orlando we went. This time around I almost finished watching Yes Man. Was 11 minutes and 23 seconds from finishing..until they cut it out! Damn! I fell asleep in the first hour. In 36 hours I've only had about 2.5 hours of airplane quality sleep. Surprisingly, did not even need coffee today!

Just finished dinner now. Waiting for dad who's coming in on another flight through Dallas (complicated Air Miles crap...). His flight's delayed for 1.5 hours. What the fuck. I want to go to my hotel and sleep!

I will say, the ethnic make up here is so different from Vancouver. It's come to be expected of course. Shall have fingers crossed for a good hotel room, a basic hit/miss with this hotel we're staying at. Oh, I'm proudly wearing my Canucks shirt. I wish I had a stopover in Calgary.

Okay, another hour to burn. Time to start Oryx and Crake. Woohoo!

Damn, that girl has a huge ass. As wide as the garbage bin..wow.

..Never again

Going into the Math exam I had an A average.. Coming out, I'll be lucky with a B. My last exam one the worst one by far. At least in Bio I had some confidence with some questions. This exam.. I didn't understand half of what was being asked. It was so not representative of what we were doing all year. It better be fucking scaled because over half the questions had me more than stumped. And I wasn't the only one.

Except, this one douche.

Myself, Sandy, and Henry were talking about it..well, more like bitching about how hard it was, and this one guy 8 paces behind us goes ''I didn't think it was that bad of an exam!"... Fucker.

And now, I must pack. I must say, I'm not that excited..

Nelson est le sad and tired.

Bloody Ebeneezer!

I did not perform as well as I thought I would do in English.. The one book I did not prepare for at all was Jane Eyre.. and Mrs Dalloway but hellll no was I going to write on that. Four choices in the close reading, I had to choose two to do a close analysis of. Jane Eyre was one of them. Can't do that. Left me with three. A book that I was going to include in my Part II essay was also asked, can't do that one because you can't use part A material for B.. So I was stuck with the 2 remaining poems.

I sat there, I kid you not, for thirty full minutes. It was 4:02 before I finally took off the cap of my pen, wrote my name/etc on the booklet, and started my brainstorming. I basically self taught/made up stuff about one of the poems because I barely studied it considering he spent like 30 minutes on it in class. I hope my wonderful BS holds up..

Suffice to say, I completely ran out of time. I only had time to proofread my first essay/3 and found countless mistakes/errors and made lots of modifications. Got started on my 2nd one to hear, "One minute left!".. There were only like 8 people left in the hall at this time. I fail. I fail. I fail.

Now, I move on to Math. Fucking, math. People were talking about math today in the IKB area as I was waiting to go into the exam room. I did not understand a word they were saying about Orthogonality. I am so screwed.

Five hours to study. I should get off this thing.

GAH;;;

,oh, and my stomach was also growling uncontrollably the entire time. My face turned bright red each time.. ha

I gave in..

I fail.
Back I go to studying Math and English.. Gahh
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It's now 9:14pm.
My ears are dying on me, all I hear is the loud Chinese chaotic noise that is typical of my household. It's like they completely ignore me when I tell them I have two exams to study for. They go, "Okay, we'll be quiet."

They'll get back to their conversations, albeit in a hushed whisper.
Next thing you know, in about 2 minutes it's at the same level again.
I tell them once again, they give the same response..and the cycle just continues.

How will I ever study the complexities of Virginia Woolf with this? Urgh.
And I still need to pack and buy stuff for Florida.

So, stressed.



!SHUT UP!