Holy crapola! My dad just came in and told me that I fail school, he won't pay for me to go back to school and repeat next year. He seriously thinks that I will fail. I told him to fuck right off, it's none of his business, that this is the first time I have been online in a week and a half, and then he started going on about scores and not getting into uni and stuff. Ahem?! Number ONE, all the courses I am applying for are FOLIO based, not ENTER score based, and number two, I'M NOT EVEN FAILING!! GAAAAH. FREAKING IDIOT! [/rant] Um so anyway. Tomorrow is our Athletics Carnival, and all the year 12's get to dress up and act like general idiots. Excellent, except the theme is occupations, and the only occupation I could think of was artist. How gay, how the hell do you dress as an artist? Well Nicole and I will try, and we will do well, damnit! As for events, apparently someone enrolled me in hurdles. They clearly thought they were being funny. So now I'm going to have to hide while they are calling for the hurdles people... Oh well, shouldn't be too hard, I'll just pull my beret over my face. I'm distracted, I can't even type properly at the moment, I'm just annoyed at my father... maybe I'll try this whole diary thing some other time. BLOODY HELL. Grrness.