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So it's after Sophia's party and I'm tired, cold, and brimming with self loathing. The party itself was fun, nothing wrong with that. But now it's pitch black dark outside, I have an entire packet to do for bio, and all my grades are positively horrendus. And not horrendus as in 'oh I have a b+, what will I do?' horrendus as in 'oh fuck, I have a c- in French and I'm hopelessly lost' My dad's birthday is on Monday as well, and we're spending the whole day from 4:00 to 7:00 pm with him. Yes that will certainly improve my failing academics, doing homework at dad's house. So I think I'm just going to continue lying here on the playroom floor until I stop feeling terribly sick from the one slice of sugery cake I just ate or get yelled at to do my homework. G'night.