I swear my birthday is jinxed. If it's not the Math exam, it's the Science exam. And if it's not that, I either get no cake or a cake I don't like, same ol' presents, birthday money that inevitably goes in the bank, and a whole truckload of stuff I don't want to do. This year there was Drama Nite, poetry appreciation and choir.

First the poetry. It wasn't too impressive. And that teacher... She is lucky I did not just stand up and say: 'Fine. I hate poetry. It's no business of yours. If you want to hear it, I'll say it: I'll throw all my CDs out the window, I'll destroy the radio, I'll scrap the TV forever, I'll crush my mp3 player and I'll never listen to music again of my own accord. So shut up.' And it would be true. I've done so much singing that everything sounds the same, the least whisper gives me a damned headache, and I never want to see a music score or hear another note again. And she just had to go insult everything connected to us, didn't she? Well, I don't have a freakin' maid. Two, I don't even talk to my parents unless I have to and, if we're in a bad mood when we get home, well...whose fault is that? If we've been too academic and have no social awareness and whatnot, whose fault is that? Who the damned hell is frying our brain cells every day and still has the gall to extend our school year? No, she is not just lucky that I did not talk back. She is just lucky I haven't formulated 10001 ways to kill her yet. And that was not a typo. It was meant to be 10001.

Then Drama Nite. Why the hell is it Drama Nite? Why not Drama Day? Why so late? Do they think all our parents have cars or what? I just got home, okay? What, we don't need to sleep? Freakin' look at us. Hey, just take it as a gift for the year and give us a decent night's sleep for once. And what is the point of this thing again? I've done enough Literature for a lifetime, thanks. Please don't get me so fed up with the intricacies of the English language that I refuse to touch a book or say a word ever again. Believe me, it's happening. I haven't read anything except Artemis Fowl - and only because I have to return it - since last week. Tch. Keep on like this and... Even I don't want to think about it. Best case scenario is that I go nuts. Worst case scenario is I got nuts, start murdering random people, get locked up in prison, and kill myself. I swear I need to see someone for anger management. I'm not a shrink, and my regular isn't online right now. Nor should he be. He should be sleeping or at school, even if I'm not.

Right. Choir. The most draining part of the day. Well, I understand we did stop early, but if you do the Math, you'll realise we've already paid the time back, so why... Oh, forget it. We're having a competition, I know. But what kind of situation calls for a full day's practice? Okay, so next week people get to go shopping, we get to sleep on our feet in the CO room. Wonderful. I'm tired, dammit. I know the seniors are too, and I admire their tenacity, but I am tired, and I am not going to Prague so I don't know why the hell I bother. I skip a lot less than other people, in case they don't notice. I should change my name to 'tired', then maybe they'd notice and stop pushing it. And this to YJ: It's different from running. There's no adrenaline rush at all. You're just standing there and singing at the top of your lungs, which results in extreme fatigue and breathlessness later. And stomach cramps. Which I'm having now. In fact, singing is like running, only you're standing still. And that gets kind of boring. Plus, when you practice a song every week, three times a week, for three months, you get sick of it.

Okay, and I'm not blaming you guys since I forgot your birthdays too (as in, YJ and Tien), but I did find it a touch disappointing that, like, even my parents didn't seem to remember it was my birthday. My uncle definitely didn't. I don't know what's wrong with Cesar, but never mind. And, as usual, nothing is coming from my father's side of the family. And they dare to show me off to friends. Tch. I'm not part of their family, thank you. I don't care what the law says. To me, my family is me, Mom, Dad, Grandma, the kids, and my aunt. The rest could die out and I doubt I'd notice. I only see them three times a year anyway.

Yes, yes, Aerin is fed up today. I nearly said the 'f' word on the way home. Damn it. RGS school life is screwed. Okay, I shall try to refrain from cursing at everything within sight. Breathe in, breathe out... Heck, it's not working. I'm not even sure I want it to work. I'm not even sure I want to wake up tomorrow. I'm not even sure I want to be alive right now.

Parents. Stop harping at me. You're irritating. I didn't ask to be born, so don't try to feed me that. Tch. Sound shouldn't exist. Except maybe for music, like Bandari or something.

I'm going to hibernate this weekend. I assure you I can sleep for 30 hours straight now. I fell asleep in the foyer, lol.

Great. I hate getting angry. Ahh... Okay, quote of the day:

'So ist das Lieben - hart aber dafur germain.'

That's 'Such is life, hard but mean' in German.

Right. Gute nacht.