Clocks

The week is almost over; even thought if still feels like I've only just rolled out of Monday morning's bed, I almost aboard Friday's bus. The week has gone by uncommonly fast, it still feels like I've just come back from the weekend, making every day feel like a Monday. I've also got the three day weekend to look forward to, I'll have a gaming-night on Saturday.

Wayne will be at work, and I'll be free to use the computer until the wee hours of the morning. I take advantage of nights like those to play time-consuming games that I never get the chance to play while Wayne is holding his Gestapo grip on my and my brother's computer time. I don't see why we're always limited to an hour of time a day. No matter what the situation is, he always tells us to "wrap it up" after an hour; even if nobody is in line to use it, he gets all defensive and makes damn sure we don't get more time than he feels we need. I've long since resolved to give him bad advice and help whenever he asks for it, by way of revenge. It may seem childish, or immature, but I don't care. He shafts me, so I'll shaft him. What I really love is when he kicks me off the computer, and then calls me out to it five minutes later to help him with something; I always say "Sorry. Can't touch the computer. My time is up."

I have this bastard of a vocabulary test to take in Honors English III today. It's one of those crossword tests; the kind without a word bank. I've got steadfast plans to cheat, of course. I can write small amounts of information on the inside of my jacket sleves, right around my wrists. I'll put all of my vocab words there, making it much easier to remember and spell them. Mrs. Sherman will be out today, we'll have a sub. This is a good thing, a very good thing. Considering how I hate Mrs. Sherman, my day just got about 58% brighter. I'll quote Levi,

"With Mrs. Sherman gone, my weekend starts early."

Peace.