Oh Shite

I'm starting night school Calculus and night school Physics in February. And I still haven't finished my Independent online course.

I am so screwed.

So my schedule from February to June will be:

1. Get up at 6,
2. Go to work,
3. Finish at 2,
4. Go straight to my night school location,
5. Finish the homework in the two hours I have to spare,
6. Go to night school,
7. Finish at 10 pm,
8. Go home and sleep.
9. Rinse and repeat.

And, the funny thing is, I have Fridays and the weekend off for both work and night school. So four out of seven days a week, it'll be really hectic. And the three rest days will need to be used for my Independent learning course.
I'll either have an excellent established work ethic in June, or I'll crash and burn. And, considering my work history, I don't want to think about which is more likely.

But, hey, if I somehow manage to do well this semester, I'll probably be accepted at Waterloo for Chemical Engineering. And then I'll be able to move and live on campus, and party like crazy. While studying, of course.

On another topic, my birthday (my real one, not my legal one) is coming up soon. Yeah, you can tell from all the Valentine's Day displays shops and restaurants are putting up.
I'm so angry. I'll be nineteen in age, but not legally, so I still won't be able to go clubbing until November! I asked my mom if her relatives in our home country can send my real birth certificate here, but apparently everyone over there is just in it for themselves, and they don't do favours for nothing. The only thing I can do now is get a good fake ID, because there's no way in hell that I'm waiting another seven months until I'm able to go out, drink alcohol legally, and have fun with my friends (all the while being safe, of course).

So all I need to do is finish my Independent Learning course as soon as possible, get at least 90% on all my night school courses, not get fired from my day job, and figure out a way to get the most legit-looking fake ID. Easy-peasy.

Birthdays

Happy fake birthday to me!
My parents were immigrants, so they thought that it was a great idea to fake a birth certificate to make us a few months younger than we were (apparently, in their country, it's the younger people who get the better jobs). So, today, I'm legally 18. Even though I've been 18 since February 14. God, I seriously need to get my real birth certificate delivered here.
Yeah, I'm being bombarded with facebook messages of every "friend-of-a-friend" wishing me a happy birthday.
Unfortunately, I'm not getting an 18th birthday party. Isn't that just sad? For my real birthday, in February, it was because there was no time or money for a cake and present, let alone a party. My 17th birthday present was my party. Well, parties are expensive, so I can't blame anyone. I think I'm just going on a self-pity rampage today.
To think, that since I actually got a job (a temporary one, though, that ended in October) I could pay for a party myself. But no, I got bedbugs. And now I can't invite anyone over for at least three months after pest control comes over and exterminates the fuckers. Not to mention I have to vacuum and steam my clothes, bedsheets, and mattress everyday now (well, I actually do it once a week, but I'm the lazy one in the family).
Sigh. That's my rant for today.

Anyway, how about you, nonexistent reader? Read any good books lately? Please, please tell me good books to read. I'm bored out of my fucking mind here. I just dropped out of high school (not a big deal since I already graduated and was just repeating a year for marks) and now I'm stuck. At. Home. All. Day. With my family. I feel like tearing my hair out and running for the hills. Instead of getting a birthday present, I'm more likely to be kicked out if I don't have a full-time job two weeks from now, paying for my cell phone plan, and enrolled in an independent course to upgrade my pathetic marks. The latter isn't a problem. The first two are, since no one's fucking hiring! It's all part-time and seasonal temporary bullshit. I think I'm going to have to go for McDonald's. At least they'll give me hours. And I won't have to stay at home with my family. You have no idea how much of a plus that is. Just when I think living with them isn't so bad, I realize that I haven't actually been living with them, since their work schedules were so opposite my school schedule, we barely saw each other (except, of course, for my sister--but we ignored each other whenever we could). But now, I just want to fucking get out. God, I hope that when I get hired, my work schedule will be opposite theirs, 'cause I really don't want to see their faces when I come home from work.
And that's family for you.

V-Day

Okay, a lot has happened the past few month (and weeks).

Last weekend, my friends and I went over to our friend's birthday party, to just have fun. It was that night that I realized how different we all were. I mean, everyone had different interests, and just different lives, in general. It seemed as if we just couldn't find a topic that we could all relate to.
For example, I really wanted to talk to my friends a lot about what's been happening at school, and how one of my favourite courses, Writer's Craft was going. But then, I realized that some people were out of school, and they may be sensitive about that particular subject. So then I just stayed quiet, thinking of a lot of things to say, but unable to say them.
It's our last year in high school, so everyone is just... branching off in different directions. People are leaving, some are staying behind, and some... I don't what's going to happen.

We're lucky that we've known each other for a long time, enough that our friendship may be able to survive the long gaps of time in between. It's just going to be difficult (more so for some than for others) to retain that bond we had since grade 9, what with everyone just... going away.



On another note, today's Valentine's Day. Also called SAD (Single's-Awareness Day).

I just don't understand the judgment that people do to single people. I mean, there's that old saying that, even if a person is rich and healthy, and has great friends, he/she is going to die lonely because he/she's single.

It just doesn't make sense.

The (let's go with female for now) girl's sexy, independant, has a great career and awesome friends, and people think she's going to be a miserable old lady. I prefer to think that my friends will always be there for me--that my friends will be my family, and that's enough for me. I really don't want children, or a husband. I know for a fact that I'd be a horrible, careless mother--and not wanting to die alone is not a good enough reason for me to suffer through having 2.5 children, and being a soccer mom. God, that is my worst nightmare.

The divorce rate in North America is so high because of the stigma associated to being single. It's as if the married people want everyone to be miserable too. Misery loves company.

It's a fact that single people are at least three times more wealthy than their married counterparts.

I mean, I don't want to never have a relationship. Of course I want to experience something like that. And maybe I'll meet someone who I can actually stand to live with.
But, I don't want to marry just because I'm getting too old, or just because I'm "lonely."

Anyway, maybe it's just the bitterness of the modern century that makes me feel this way. The fact that today's my birthday doesn't help, either. You'd think I'd grow up to be some sickeningly sweet romantic or some such.
Thank God I'm not.