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it's friday afternoon, and the sky is gray and the air is cold. I hope I can just chill out or hang out and study this weekend, it's what I need. this morning was morbid, long, boring, but useful in the end. french exam. writing a paragraph about humanitary aid... not cool. my title? "L'aide humanitaire: L'autre bord de la clôture." corny, but it does the trick. this weekend, I'm putting the emphasis on math... otherwise I'm dead. JF pushed numbers into his calculator and came up with "you have to get over 55.1% on your exam to pass." I think I can handle that, but I don't want to have a just-passing average in math. I'm looking towards over 60% - but it's grade 11 - the year for universities to look at. oh Lord. I feel stupid, but I know I'm smart, it's a weird feeling. I just think I have a higher social and litterature intelligence more then... well, logical intelligence. I'm not that logic. (ask me about my dreams. my latest dream was about brittany murphy as a zoologist telling a gorilla about running over it's pet cat. the gorilla was pretty mad.) another thing - old subject - it just pisses me off that people get offended by things I write. stupid, I know, it's a blog. but still - keep in perspective, what I say is in my life, don't pee yourself. yea. I can't believe I'm even related to tom, he's such a fuckin asshole, I dont believe it. Ben's a lot more like me, I hope he grows up to be a decent guy, I don't want him turning out to be as bad as mom's perception of tom. as a failure. mom found out about 69% in french today - she's yelling. I gotta go. I guess I'm just not working damn hard enough. my future is in jeopardy. I won't make it in life, so please pardon me.