I think this will not be fun.

My graphic design class is going to send me screaming into the night I think. We have a huge project, six weeks to complete it. And the final due date is my birthday day. *beats head on wall* I think I'll have a nice break down now to get started. I have so much to do for tomorrow and little sleep, and a drama club meeting tonight.

Um...

I'm scared. My mother appears to have filed my income tax's for me. With out telling me. And with out knowing how much money I have. And the only reason I know this is because I just got an e-mail telling me my income tax return had been filed and another one with a user id and a password. So yeah, I guess she gave up on making me do such things myself.

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Now to finish my homework. Auditions have been done, I'm going to be Allan Drum, in Hiccup, the play the drama clubs putting on. I get to be a chauvinist. Weee.

I have henna on my hand, the symbol for phoenix, and I have ideas for my images and ideas so its all good.