Oh, and I've given up on Firefox. Not worthy of a blog entry, but (here is where I will not say "whatever"). (I bet you thought I couldn't get brackets into this entry! You were wrong! Wrong (wrong!(WRONG))) (wrong).

What an uneventful weekend!

How dull it has been!

How little I have to blog about!

And yet, behold: I am blogging.

My father wants to take me to Egypt: this is bad. Why? Do I not want to see the pyramids and other such clichéd once-in-a-lifetime sights? Do I actually mind that much about missing two weeks of school and the weather? Can I really not stand the thought of spending two weeks alone with my father, despite the fact I am extremely lucky and he does not, in any sense, abuse me? Wouldn't that be shameful? He's dying! We only have until September! Then he'll start feeling ill again, and it won't be long after that when I will be utterly fatherless and mourning and not being able to take it and going to counselling and feeling close to suicidal! Can't I spend two weeks with him? Isn't it the least I can do? Seeing as how I refuse to spend every waking moment with him and such!

Oh, the guilt. And all because of my aversionn to hot weather and beaches (swimming costumes?! I don't own one. Sunbathing?! I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps enough to actually get cancer. Reading's good, but I can do it fully clothed, inside.)

Happy fathers' day, readers.

Good evening.

I really don't blog enough. Either I should give it up entirely, or blog at least weekly. The former would release me from the much-ignored burden, but would mean that I didn't blog.(In the sense that I didn't own a blog as opposed to the sense that I simply pretend I don't own one). The latter would probably let me learn how to blog properly, without long lists of annoying things (which I apologize for here) or brackets that stretch for a mile. (Again, I apologize) (For once and for all, is it "apologise" or "apologize"? I don't trust this spell check, but I'm keeping it happy. I hate little red lines. Then again, it only likes the American spelling of "colour", so I may ignore those damn lines, and write "apologise" Although... Those lines hurt. In the "I don't like them, they make me feel inferior" sense, not the "Oh! The agony!" sense. ("Hurt" was the wrong word, but it sounded good. What's more, if I had written "annoy", I would be even more of a hypocrite) (Either they've gone away, or I can spell "inferior". Either way, this makes me happy) (They're back. I can spell "inferior". Wow!)

(Can I not stop it with the brackets?!)

(No, I can't)

(Dammit)

Why am I posting this? Why am I blogging? Because it's more fun than English homework, or revising for the French speaking test I forgot about, or the DT one ditto, or any of the other semi-responsibilities I have. But blogging counts. Really, I should blog more! I've been ignoring it, denying one of my responsibilities, just like I accused people of doing during the debate workshop on Friday! (That was a sad day. The science corridor feels so empty with only Yasmine and me in it.)(the debate was about racism in the media. I was against it.) Yes, I should blog more.

Saoirse MacDermott-Cox (The red lines hate my name.) (That would make a good movie. Or personal message. Same thing.)