• Can't watch CSI: NY because someone just don't get it and will most probably ever not that on Mondays, the 10:00PM slot is meant for me. I know, it's this bad having cable. Father, Brother and I are always fighting for the TV and we've been at it since forever. Oh, would you look at that? Father just walked into my bedroom saying that CSI: NY is yet to end. Who the hell wants to watch it when it's going to end in five minutes time? The most that I could get is the ending and then the credits. Where's the fun in that? I might as well just wait for the rerun at 2AM. But then I'll be sleepy seeing as how I've got extra classes even on my frigging June holidays.

Which brings me to my second point: SCHOOL IS A PAIN.

• The school has taken the first two weeks off of my holidays for the sake of those extra classes. I know I shouldn't be complaining but it feels so unfair. It's the June holidays and as if that isn't enough, there are tons of assignments given, which of course is inevitable and understandable. Those people can't see us students being free; there is always something for us to do.

Which brings me to my third point: PAINT MAYHEM.

• I've brought my canvas home last Friday and I had to call Father to help me out. There's only so much I can carry at that time. With my final design already on it, all I need to do is to paint as much as I am able to cover for the next 4 weeks. Right now, I'm painting the grapes and I'm telling you, it's not an easy task. It's not easy because I've got so many of them to paint and I keep confusing myself about the shading (because the first two were given a demo by my teacher and she didn't exactly follow my color scheme so now it looks a tad weird, which I'm not happy about).

Which brings me to my fourth (hopefully last) point: ANGER.

• Lately, I get irked so easily. I can barely control my temper and I keep almost getting into a misunderstanding with Mother, which I don't really need at the moment. I get so annoyed over small matters. I'll give you an example: there are two people sitting nearby me in class and it seems to me that they just will never learn when to shut up. Sure, I could just tell that in their faces but, again, I'm afraid of offending them. They're friends to me in a way and besides, I'm never good at confronting people; it might just go downhill from there or I might end up making a complete fool of myself, so I shut up. I do give them some hints, though, when they're too noisy. But apparently, they're that oblivious, too. I know, it's sad.

Yep, that was my last point, thank God.