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2004-03-05 @ 10:25 p.m.

Just when I was about to settle down and unwind to some music, my dad announces that he wants me in bed in five minutes time. I hate it when he treats me like some stupid kid who still needs people to tell him when to go to bed. I'm extremely resentful of that. Like grow up already dad. For the record, I had three hours of sleep yesterday, and I was actually doing better today than most days when I got about twice the amount of sleep the night before. Go figure. I didn't fall asleep during the Economics lecture, and stayed fairly alert throughout History. I was extremely hyper during French though, but I was so bored! Everyone was like copying down stuff from the screen, and I'm like whatever. It's only an 'AO' subject, like chill people! Basically, my mood is shot to hell. Ironically, I'm actually listening to my favourite song at the moment, Veni Creator Spiritus by Lesiëm. I would play something angry and dark, except early Delerium is kind of freaky when you listen to it at night. Trance is too soft, and I don't do techno. Anyway, the subtext of what I told him was basically: "Sod off, it's my sleep we're talking about, so I'll decide when to go to bed, thank you very much." That translates in real life to: "That's in five minutes, you should at least tell me earlier. I'm going to bed at 11." My mind was too preoccupied to try and pick a fight again. I still need him to drive me to school tomorrow, and then come down again to pick up my guitar. Then again, he's already failed to pick me up twice even when he's agreed to. Wasn't his fault, it was traffic jams both times, but I'm human so I have a right to hold it against him for a while. Should I come to YE this Sunday? I'd much rather go out with my class and watch Lost In Translation, seeing as I'm not needed for anything in particular this week. I hesitate, because that would mean skipping YE two straight weeks. Part of me wants to feel guilty, part of me just wants to have fun. Is it morality biting me here, or just the uncomfortable feeling that there's something vaguely improper about skipping church for a rather frivolous reason? Habit is the foundation of morality. I have too many habits...