I wish my dad would stop lecturing me. He does it about everything, even when it's totally unnecessary. I mean, he was telling me how my room needed to be tidy, because after the funeral tomorrow people are coming back toour house. My room's not even messy, and besides, why the hell would the guests want to inspect my room? After a funeral? I don't think so. He lectured me about how it was my duty to attend the funeral, after I told him I was coming.

And ever time I try to explain to him that I don't need or get much sleep, he tells me that I would go to sleep sooner if I read I book before I go to bed. And I tell him that I've tried that and it doesn't work, so I get treated to the 'parents always know best' lecture.

Right, I've finished my rant now.

Well my dad finished what he was doing and scanned the drawing sooner than I expected, so that's all up on my DeviantArt account now. And on the subject of art, I had entered a few avatars into a contest on Zetapets, and the head artist seemed very impressed with them (her exact words were 'omg those are freaking awesome!') which was a nice suprise. And she even asked me if I wanted to work for them making avatars, which was even cooler.

I think I'll try making a new avatar for this journal at some point, I've had the old one for so long now, and I feel I could do with something more interesting, animated maybe.

I've been so bored today, although I did get some drawing done. I did a pencil drawing of Jade from AFI, which I will post to my DeviantArt account just as soon as my dad stops working and allows me access to the scanner (that'll probably be a few days -_-)

I should probably do some work on the pile of homework I've been given.. but I just can't be bothered.

I got a grand total of four emails today, three of which were useless forwarded messages. Why do people even bother? Do they think my life will be greatly enriched after reading that 'if I don't send this to x many people in x amount of time something bad will happen?'

That Sort Of Makes It Official, Then
So yeah, my dad was telling someone on the phone that she died, which makes it official, I guess. I'm not as upset as maybe I should be, I've half-cried once for about five minutes, but that's it. I suppose I was expecting it, though. I mean, she's been really bad the last week or two. She wouldn't eat properly, and she kept stopping breathing. Everything seems so normal at home, though, if a little subdued.