homework

Homework, the bane of all educated human beings, has now come to my door and is threatening to eat me alive, in the form of my afternoon-class teachers.
Seriously, I have way too much homework, and there's a soccer party tonight. I have absolutely no wish whatsoever to be there, but my mom insists that I go. Stupid, stupid person.
Here is, for all you ghosties and demons, an update on my short, boring life.
I woke up and fell back asleep. Seven minutes later my mom wakes me up again. I take a shower. I go to school. I get homework. I decide to start reading the Latin book I checked out of the library yesterday. Yes, what a pathetic life I have. I listen to Abye going "HELL no!" and receive a sucker that a classmate had gotten from the school store. I go home. I type this. I go to check on my fictionpress account (I'm elenbarathi there). I do my homework, go to the party, and go back to doing my homework. The end.
Lovely and interesting, no?
That's my update. I have the utmost confidence that you were thoroughly delighted by it.
Thought for the day: "Potatoes are feet!" --Me, while trying to say that /papas/ in Spanish are potatoes and /pies/ are feet