Arguments with parents are hardly pleasant. I have observed that as my age increases, and proportionately, my capacity to argue a point logically, my parents have been cornered into resorting to increasingly irrational points in order to trump mine. Take today for example. This coming weekend is the church camp. My parents insist on me going for the three day, Friday-to-Sunday event. Unfortunately, as anyone without a vested interest would percieve, Year 12 is an extremely demanding year, and as a result, makes the sacrifice of an entire weekend a rather tedious demand. My mum, being the camp commandant, decided that we all had to show up for the camp regardless. My appeals fell on deaf ears apparently, as no matter how convincing an argument I made (and trust me, it was more than valid), it was blatantly snubbed and countered with a bunch of random words strung together. Not like it mattered, I don't possess any voice in such affairs anyway. It seems substance matters not under this reign, hierarchy and supremacy alone determine the ultimatum. Fscking dystopia. At least thats out of my system.

Not to mention, they even had to impertinence this morning to tell me that I wasn't doing enough studying. I won't dispute that, it really made me think, even if I still felt a little insulted at the same time. But for goodness' sake, at least have a bit of synergy with the demands? So now I have to spend my whole weekend at a church camp at the expense of... I don't even want to think of the consequences. I will attempt to come up with some sort of compromise, since its obvious they aren't about to let me off the hook any time soon. If not... Antisocial homework/study styles at the camp? After all, I'm not doing enough work.

That feels a lot better. My parents aren't evil, perhaps they just don't understand sometimes... One of the hazards of aging, the inheritance of a unidirectional mind. =/

While vacuuming the floor today, the power-head (spinning rotor thing in the vacuum head itself that apparently helps with vacuuming carpets) sucked in a sock that my sister left lying around in the theatre. The spinning mechanism in the head is made of rubber/plastic, and spins at an incredible speed. At first, I grab the sock and vainly try to wrest it from the grasp of the machine, to no avail. By now, an extremely suspicious white smoke could be seen rising from the vacuum cleaner head. After hurriedly running for the power switch and removing the sock, the whole room smelled distinctly of the horrible burning stench of something that should not be burnt. I inhaled quite a few lungfuls while trying to do something about it. Hope I don't get poisoned by some toxic oxide of sulfur or something. Ugh.

Tomorrow is the chem SAC. I seem to have run out of ways to study for it. Careless mistakes are all I'm afraid of now... And in my case, they are a force to be reckoned with. Oh well, I'm glad for the support I've been getting though, and I honestly hope to own this SAC.

So long.