The vagueness. It's blinding me.

I don't care. o__o It's not blinding me since I know what it is! :P

True. XD That's one way of looking at it.

This video cheered me up a lot. :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGDIi...feature=relmfu

I shall help you. /nods

Just keep working. It's rubbish but whatever.

I hate parents.
So.
Much.
Because I made ONE sarcastic comment at dinner, ONE, she says 'You need help'. She then started shouting at me about how it was no wonder I was bullied if I'm constantly sarcastic. And that I'M the bully.
You have no idea, mum. I thought you were on my side.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.

I nearly died today. I'm not joking. My skirt literally touched the car as I ran across the road.
I told them I didn't want to go to the shop, but they kept on nagging me, and look what happened.
The driver got out of the car and shouted at me. Sad, right?

That was me last year. I skipped a good third of the year and somehow passed with flying colours.
I'm not going to say you have to do good in school this year (you're in grade eight as I recall...?) since your marks aren't recorded for post secondary. Heck, by all means, as soon as you understand what they're talking about in class, skip, and then come back when they're talking about something new, if your parents let you. ._. Grade eight is horrible. It gets sooooo much better in highs school, especially in Pre-IB and IB, trust me. :/