I'm procrastinating. Wow, big surprise.

[silentstep]

So math took me about two and a half hours to do. Honestly! The whole entire review we had to do, and it stank. Math books deliberately put two of each problem, because they know that teachers are going to pick odds or evens to do. But what that really does is make everything really redundant when a teacher assigns *everything.* Now I'm supposed to be writing that stupid letter to my fifth graders. But I'm an idiot, so every day I forgot to write down how many pages they've read. I just divided the number of pages by four and picked the closest chapter to that page number. If I give anything away, too bad, the book's pretty darn predictable anyway. I'm in a very uncreative mood. I think they'll just be getting a very simple, formulaic thing. Yeah, it's not nice of me, but right now I'm not feeling very nice. I am feeling tired and bogged down and stuff. I haven't touched my violin for a week, and my lesson's tomorrow. I'm auditioning for the school play tomorrow, too, and I haven't looked at the audition packet yet. Plus I don't know where it is, even. It's not that I care so much about getting a part, because I know I won't so why worry, but I did want to represent myself well. I told Mrs. Styka I'd audition, too, so just skipping it's not an option. I might not even have time, though, because I have to practice tomorrow enough to make up for a week. Basically, that's two people I've let down right there, not to mention myself. I'm really tired, I've barely slept the past three nights, in school I can't even make my eyes focus. Tomorrow is also my father's birthday. We had his party today, though, since tomorrow he'll be at the open house all evening. We gave him a new wallet and a package of underpants, because it's not his birthday if he doesn't get at least one package of underpants or socks. Tamar wrapped them in colorful dinosaur paper and I tied about twenty curling ribbons of various colors onto it, all spread out, so they covered the whole present. We ate dinner together with a white tablecloth, fish and artichokes, and for dessert Eema made a poppy seed cake. I also learned how to make borsht. I will never, ever eat borsht. EVER. That part of my day was nice. The rest has all been working and snatching a few naps, but they don't help at all. It's only, what, three weeks into the year? and already I'm feeling terribly overwhelmed. Homework, homework, homework. I have no life.
I'm sorry, I just really had to complain my stupid brains out before my head exploded. *cries*

Goodbye.