I was going to try to get to sleep before 10 pm, but alas, you have called me to write to you.

Precalculus doesn't suck quite as much as I thought before. The homework he was giving us for the last chapter was INSANELY hard to understand, but we got our chapter quiz back and I did quite well: 89%. 89%, you say? Ain't that a B?! Well, yes. But I did relatively well. All of the scores I saw around me were anywhere from 56% to 81%... and that was the highest I saw. And I lost a lot of points from stupid mistakes!! I entirely skipped a problem (something I tend to do way too often...) and wrote a subtraction sign instead of addition where it really didn't matter. Buut, as long as I feel I did better than someone, the world is still peachy keen in my eyes.

That sounded really awful. But it's true. At least I'm not one of those students who gets upset with anything under a 95%. "OHMIGAWD! I only got a 91%!! What'll I do?! It'll ruin my transcript! I'll never get into Harvard, despite my twenty extra curriculars and countless electives! I'll never become a successful lawyer for Hollywood celebrities and make it onto the cover of Forbes!!! Ouch! I just gouged my eye out with my lucky pencil!!!!! What'll I ever do?!?!!?"

A bit of a dramatization, but you know the ones I mean.

So anyway, about getting to bed early, I still have thirty-four pages of history to read to get up to par with information which I will be quizzed on tomorrow, but I cannot be arsed to do anymore tonight.

Ummm... and that's that. I believe the Mish-Monster is flying in on the 26th and leaving on the 6th. Say hi to Ned for me, Mia. Say hi to the cats for me, dad. Good evening and goodnight.