Graphics coursework is over. I might upload pics. I only have ICT to go, which I'll do... Tomorrow, at the procrastinators' union meeting. My ICT Graphics unit is being sent to the exam board to be moderated, so it has to be extra-specially good or something. It shouldn't really matter if the pieces you're sending off are really good or not because it doesn't actually help you in any way because you still have to send off the worst piece. Some kind of screwed up logic.

I don't know what to do now.

My dad stole my laptop. My mum took me to see his house yesterday, AFTER picking me up from town at about half 11 at night. I don't give a flying shit where he lives. Even in the daytime, let alone at some time late at night when my priorities need to be either sleeping or coursework.

'Where are you going?'
'To show you where your dad lives.'
'But I don't care.'
She just keeps driving.
If she went and made some friends then she could obsess with them instead of me, but alas, she has no friends, and tries to trick herself into thinking that her daughter gives a crap.

Dream on.