"Tell Alex you just turned gay."

I haven't been getting enough sleep. Well, I have, but I've been going to bed really late and sleeping in. I did that two days in a row this past week and missed class, which I can't do right now. Now I have to catch up on the Iliad, which I suppose is alright because I like that book. I promise, love, I'll never miss another double english and leave you alone with those half-brains again.
Last night at the Jug was quite grand. I was sitting with Dustin and Matt Cavanagh at first and they are so funny.
{Side note : My sister just walked past me into the kitchen and just said "Food, NOW!" God, what a fucking bitch. No one can figure out how she became such a bitch, because she was not raised that way.}
This little old man read a story, or I suppose screenplay of sorts, and he went on about latex gloves covered in fish blood and scales, and people being pregnant. It was so funny, and by the end of it, Dustin ACTUALLY had tears running down his cheeks. Oh Dusty.
Danielle and Yeha came after a little bit and the three of us had to share two seats, then you came and my night was even better.
{Another side note: My mother made breakfast for herself, my father, and my sister, but not for me. "I didn't make anything for you." which really means "You're moving out soon and I can't wait, so why bother feeding you, you little bitch." I feel loved.}
I have a phone interview in a half hour for a counsellor job at Big Cove Camp this summer, and I am nervous. Last year I had one, and I'm pretty sure Emily, who is the camp director and in charge of hiring, does not like me all that much, and I didn't get a job. Sweet. I also don't like phones that much because you can't look the person in the eye. "That phone call didn't go so well."
I was supposed to sing in the Musical Theatre class at the Kiwanis Music Festival this evening, but, as usual, I chickened out because I didn't practise enough. I have done that too many times in the past few years. It's pathetic, I always sign up for these things and chicken out in the end. Actually, that makes it sound like I never go in anything that I sign up for, which isn't true. I do go in the majority of what I sign up for, but quite a few times I have chickened out, which is lame.
My portfolio for NSCAD is due in about...3 weeks. Another thing to stress over. I can have it done, but I feel like it's going to be crap and I won't even get in. Oh well, we'll see what happens.
We got our report cards the other day. Mine was surprisingly good, all 80+! Which is good for me. I have an 86.5% average, je pense. 87 in french! Sowwie...
My marks should be good enough for a scholarship or two, which apparently I desperately need, according to my father. Yet another thing to stress over. Awesome.
Interview in 15 minutes!