Woot

I am finally catching up my school! Very exciting...although it is rather slow, and having to actually work is irritating...ah well. I still haven't really learned much from school, except perhaps that having people in a class with you that don't grasp simple points is a bad thing. At least my math is mostly finished with review...finally. Although that means that I might actually have to put more work into it...could be bad. History is going great, staying up till 3 saturday mornings works out well for me (though admittedly mom doesn't appreciate it much...). Not too much has been happening recently, although some lucky people went off to Bab al-Mandab two days ago. Youth group last night was interesting, as the girls outnumbered the boys 2:1...When Justin and I first arrived there were like 3 boys to 12 girls...fortunately the Barbos showed up shortly after that so it wasn't quite as bad. We then played four on the couch afterwards...which was interesting...although the girls were a bit hysterical everytime they got someone on the couch...kinda freaky. And my mind went completely blank during the second round (the first round was really quick as we split it up guys and gals, 10 girls to 6 guys didn't work out so well) and I managed to get two boys off the couch...

Return of the Mother

Scary right? Especially since I was behind on school...fortunately, I managed to escape doom by breaking the news to her in small stages...so she was never overly mad at me. However, since her return life has pretty much gone back to normal. Regular meals. Regular arguments over my being allowed to stay up past midnight (compromise is occasionally reached, but I have yet to win a complete victory). Watching moronic movies every now and then is also compulsory. We just watched Shaka Zulu, which is five hours long. Fortunately, I was listening to my ipod with noise-blocking headphones and reading a Terry Pratchett book (my mother knew about the latter, not the first one though). So it wasn't the end of the world. Still irritating though. Fortunately she hadn't taken it into her head to wake me up before 10 yet, although I rather suspect that that is only a matter of time. At anyrate, my wonderful time of relaxation is officially over, and I'm back to the regular, stressful existence induced by the presence of a perfectionist mother who also happens to be my teacher.