I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

I MISSED MY DAMN MUSE CONCERT.

Not. funny. I'm still pretty upset about the whole thing. 

My itching palms are not making things any better either. Or rather, they're actually making me more annoyed than ever. For some odd reasons, both my hands started to feel really itchy around the palm areas. Not the normal itchy kinda thing but hot itchy. What I mean is, when I scratch them, my hand turns red and freaking hot. And still remains itchy. 

...

They are annoying the hell outta me. I tried putting handcream, didn't help. Tried washing my hands, didn't help either. I remember the last time something like this happened I went nuts at home. Well, at least there aren't any little bumps on my palms. Yet. Oh wait, ... I see one. This is awfully, terribly, irritating. Every few words I type I end up pressing my right palm, only to make it worse. Yeah, apparently it's now just my right palm that's itching. And I feel it heating up...

Worsening things, is my brother. 

Brother: "Dad, we have three way conferences."

Dad: "Oh, we should go earlier then to book the times. How about you *refering to me*, where's your sheet?"

Thanks Nick.

The last thing that I need to ruin my thursday, SUPPOSEDLY A HOLIDAY FOR ME, is being forced to wake up, early in the morning for another of those three way conferences. Honestly, it's not like I did horridly bad or anything, I don't see the point in going when the feedback's  going to be the same thing I heard like, a thousand times over. "She needs to speak and contribute more in class." Uh, huh.

Sides, I love would to be able to sleep in on a thursday. Especially when the cozy rainy weather. Sigh, just when I thought my dad had forgotten about the whole three way conference, I mean, I didn't even bother getting a sheet for me either, praying he'd only realise it on like a thursday which by then, it'd be over. Oh well, plan failed, rising hope bubble - popped.

Brilliant. Once again, thanks a heck lot Nick. You just made my thursday, a very, miserable, sad, wet day. And did I mention I was planning on doing some shopping on that day since there's like a MASSIVE, sale going on at Cotton On?

... Great. Just great.

I don't even know when did I became so grumpy. It must've been damn Aunt Flow's monthly visits. 

I'm still working on my excuses to ditch swimming class next term btw. O: