December 8th 2023. Slow and unsatisfying. Woke up early but got ready late. Mom said I had to work, I mentioned I had finals next week, still had to go to work. Mom asked me if I wanted anything from Costco, I said no. Mood tanked quite a bit and by the time I was out the door with my laptop and Pieces of the Action and my water bottle I was not having it. Dad moved his car so I could get out of the driveway and I drove off. Bright noon. Arrived at work, irritation began to melt slowly the first hour. Mom texted around 2:30 that I could get off around 4 and have my brother work since he wouldn't have finals until the week after next week. Work was quiet and boring. Went home, tired and quiet and very unfocused. Did a little bit of the PSYC 3 final, checked out the Spanish study guide, and dreaded the Python. Incredibly frustrating that I can't quite make the connection between what I want to do and what it actually materializes onto the script file. And referencing costs precious minutes. I have no idea why Prof. Read caps the final at one hour. My Spanish final goes for two hours. And that weaksauce study guide -- grrr. On the bright side, if I bomb the final with a 65/100, I'm still getting out of the class with a B. (Anything lower than a C, even a C-, jeopardizes my TAG to UC Santa Cruz.) Watched a couple episodes of Futurama again but boy are they hard to remember. I remember they were funny. But I can't quite hang onto the plot. A Christmas episode yesterday. A beach episode today with Dr. Zoigberg. Ay yai yai, I've got to get back into the swing of sitcoms. Bittermelon and pork knee (shoulder?) soup, and a few bites of lasagna my mom was working on earlier. Bittermelon soup was very good though could've used a bit more meat. The sauce on that lasagna was really tart but the cheese held it's own -- I actually thought a piece was a dry piece of chicken.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391