Trouble.

My dad doesn't know ANYTHING about me, so why shouldn't he just shut up?!
Bloody hell. Like one dog like that.

Anyhoots, Youth Day was spent with mum in the afternoon and then followed by jamming. Same place, still the same great studio. This time, the guitar sounded better to me but i don't really know why. Every now and then, i think too much. Too much that it gets over the line, some times, its my own assumptions but i don't really care. Because some times this world is full with unexpected things anyway.

I am dreading Social Studies and History. And fyi, i am only moving in November. What the bloody? There might be a slight chance i'm transferring school. OH MY GOSH. Can you believe it... Life couldn't get any worser!