Got my painting mark back today. Not bad, but could of done better. Bad compared to my super pro friends, but you can't compare a piece of dust to a volcano right? It's going to be on display at Open Day tomorrow though, so make sure you don't visit the Art Department if you're coming. I was excited, as you could see from yesterday's post, but now i'm not. Stupid reasons really, stupid fights. Feeling more alone than ever, but that's okay right? It's just me. It doesn't matter.

Conducted another experiment of my invisibility at lunch. I am officially invisible. My presence in the locker area also seems to be overlooked. Should i stop complaining? Yes. Can i? No. That's what blogging is for, so if you're going to leave some dumbass comment in the tagboard section, then stop. If you know nothing about me and you want to? Don't. It's just me, it doesn't matter.

Basketball. Fun. It actually is fun, and i look forward to training and the game every week. I'm glad Alicia's catching the train back to school with me. I have to catch the train there and apparently according to ANNA, i have to go through a rapist tunnel. I wish my parents weren't busy. I wish they would see me play sport, or anything. I wish i could spend more time with them. Time is running out. Soon they won't have the opportunity to see my play sport, or go to my parent teacher interviews, or see me sing in a choir etc. Only then will they realise how much of my childhood/adolescence they've missed. Too late. I can't blame them of course, i know they don't do it on purpose. But sometimes i really wish... that the parents standing on the sidelines cheering their daughter on, was my mum.

bye.