Well, things have gotten completely out of hand now. After last night's little spack, I was expecting some kind of message, or similar regarding my access towards the computer. I think something similar has happened before, I think last time, the whole box was missing from it's usual spot so I couldn't get access to it. Well, something "worse" has come, dad has decided that he will take the router. What the fuck? How low can you go, instead of taking the thing that I use, the bastard decides to take the thing that is used to get on the internet. The stupid thing is, that he left the computer where it was, making it more easier to fuck things up. Instead, I opted to just unplugging things with force and hoping that things would be bent in the process. Unless it happens again, when next time I'll clear things out so nothing works at all. I can just see things becoming worse and worse as the days go on.

With the ever present parent-teacher interviews on tonight, things did not help at all. Of course, they went to plan: make sure that the parents know about my habits at school and hopefully things will reverberate towards the kid and making them do stuff. This has happened over the past few interviews, and of course, I never bother to attend the meetings because I know things will go sour, including most teachers giving me the "I'm ashamed of you jarryd" look. Or even worse, the teachers ask what is the matter, and why I have been acting the way I have been. So yeah, I didn't bother doing the whole interview thing, and of course, I had an argument (over the phone mind you) with my mum about me going to the interviews. I eventually won, I think.

So yeah, the inevitable conversation after the interview was the only thing I was really dreading about the whole thing. Normally it would go with going through what each teacher said, you know, something has been bothering jarryd, but he has been doing work (I don't see the problem then). Then it's a talk about whether something is pissing me off and that it is reflecting in my marks and the teachers comments. It transverses from what the teacher said, to whether or not I'm enjoying what I do at school (I just sit there and not help in their "quest" for knowledge of my life) Then it's the whole university and that things get harder and harder. Well no shit sherlock. This kind of information is kind of beaten into our skulls by the age of 5. Normally ending in an emotional grasp for my conscience, I suppose, about that they know I can do better, and that if I do well, I can go and do what I want. This normally includes introduction of what I want to do when I get out of uni, and that how proud she would be if she could tell everyone where and what I'm doing, not say that I'm working at some retail store (oh irony says hi!). So there you go, future parents of poor, crazed and mentally insane children, an insiders view of a shitty parent-teacher interview, and how you should go about trying to convice your child into doing better at school.

Every now and again I can see two "easy" ways to getting out of listening to what my parents have to say. The first, finding a way to move out and continue my schooling by myself and not have any hinderence from my parents. I know I won't be able to achieve this, as I don't have a job that would last me to live by myself. The second, would be committing suicide (or some kind of haneous crime that will force me into a seclusion and not bother with my life). Hey, it may not be the easiest option, but by god things would end quickly. But wait you say, what about those around you who will be affected by it? I can only really think of a few people that will be totally affected by it (mostly my close friends), those I'd be the ones that would force me into not doing it. What about my family? Well, at the moment, and I'm sure my opinion isn't going to change any time soon, I could care less whether or not they miss or would mourn me.

As my yearly day dawns closer, people are beginning to question me about when my birthday is. Of course, I never tell them and because I'm sure a efficient liar (minus yesterday, hehe) they never really know when my birthday is. I can only enforce those who know my birthday who want to give it out, to not. I can handle a few people saying it to me quietly, but fuck sitting there and having everyone know when my birthday is. I know that the same thing is going to happen on my birthday, the same way that when I got my license. Basically everyone knew before I had the time to tell people I wanted to. Coincidentally, my birthday falls on the same week that my exams are on, so it won't be too bad, if I steer clear of people that I don't want talking to me during/after the exam.