Hooray! Another boring post!

I feel like procrastinating instead of doing my English, so I'll write.

This week has been among the longest and most unpleasant weeks in recent years. I'm sure I'll feel guilty and egotistical for writing about it, but... umm... it's my blog, and no one reads it, so I'll do as I please. (whoops, no offense if you do read it... you could... uh... send suggestions of topics to write about? leave comments, please)

It sort of started on... well, Friday. I always used to play Final Fantasy XI (an online role-playing game) but decided I was spending too much time on it and quit. But I miss it (yes, it's that addictive) so I started again. Remora server, Neomatrim (RDM60, WHM25, BLM23, NIN16, WAR6, SMN6 at the time of writing).

But like I said, it's way too addicting so I played too much and stayed up late then missed church not because I wanted to, but because my half-conscious self, that guy who turns off the alarm clock in the morning, would rather have crawled back into the warm bed and woken up ten minutes later than showered and gone to church. I still had to go to choir practice so I went. We got done at about 12, then I came back and played some more. I did my homework and went to bed.

Monday went by okay, slow, but okay. After school I went to work (I work for Rocky Mountain Laboratories in the Laboratory of Human Bacterial Pathogenesis) but had to leave early because Missoula Youth Symphony had been moved up an hour. So my mom and I (she drives me to Missoula, 43 miles away, every week for my oboe lesson and MYS... bless her soul) headed for Missoula. I got to my oboe teacher's house and she basically told me I shouldn't have a lesson because it was so late and I wouldn't get anything out of it. Then I went to MYS, was told I really didn't need to be there because I wasn't playing in the concert anyway (I play Oboe 1 but I have a band concert the same day as the symphony concert, which was moved up because of a AA choir festival. Whew). But the second oboist got there an hour after I did, because apparently she didn't get the memo. Ugh. Platitude. But basically, I wasted four hours that night for no reason other than to be told I didn't need to be there.

THEN I started my homework. I did my A.P. Chem and A.P. Calc and studied for a big Advanced Bio test.

Tuesday. I woke up at 10 to eight, took a four-minute shower, and went to school, arriving two minutes before the tardy bell. School was school. That night we had a choir concert, and Jaffre and I were accompanying some of the choirs on oboe and cello. I went to work and left an hour early so I could prepare the music I had to play on oboe so I wouldn't have to turn pages. It took me until 15 minutes after I was supposed to be at the concert. No worries, though. The concert went fine, even though it was only the second time I had seen the oboe music. Huge load off my back.

When I got home I had a rather extensive English project on a novel (Frankenstein) so I sort of stayed up all night finishing it... not really, but the kind where you're sort of slipping in and out of consciousness all night. So I wasn't too tired the next day when I finished at 7:50. The day was unremarkable at best.

Thursday. I woke up late. Really late. So late I was supposed to call my mom and tell her I had missed first period. Good thing she didn't have her cell phone on her. The day was okay, then after school I had a choir rehearsal I hadn't heard about until that day. When I got to work the other people in my lab had already started to do my job because they thought I wouldn't be coming in. So I got chewed out and finished up, then went to a Science Olympiad study session, which was okay. Afterwards I had a long chat with some people about what a social life is and the proper lingo for drinking. It is pathetic how naïve I am when it comes to anything social.

Now I'm home, not doing my English assignment. It's now 11:55, and a terrible week is nearly over. I have literally zero social life and only now is it starting to make me feel like I've missed out. That was about my week; I'll be doing a comtemplative dump a bit later, when my mind has finished processing tonight's discussion. If I could do it now, I would, because trust me, there are few things I would like to do less than my English. I don't care about being up late, because even if it takes me an hour and a half, I can still get five and a half hours of sleep, which is quite a lot.