Current mood spoiler: mother-dearest. One of the many reasons why I wouldn't be able to stand living with a woman for the rest of my life: my mother, through her actions, has instilled me with the notion that women get completely scary during that time of the month. I know for a fact that not all women are like that (sis, for example, just gets a bit wackier) but having a volatile mother for three days out of a month while one is growing up, especially during the hell that was Arizona, does not help.

And I was so fucking happy when I got home, as well.

My day was more or less shit till about 10:07am when, while in the library, James started playing the piano, and half the class gathered 'round him and started singing. It was like the lunch scene from Fame, minus the flashy dancing. No sir, just several rounds of "Lean On Me" with Taylor doing all the gospel vocalizations.

Chemistry was a bit better since Ms. B changed the seats again, and I get to sit next to Taylor, Flavey, and Marcy (puddle!) now.

Art was... okay till the last twenty minutes. For an enrichment activity, the group presenting Impressionism held a mini-party at the end of the day outside with apple juice posing as wine and a dish with absolutely delicious apples, grapes, crackers, and cheese. I was completely stuffed at the end of the day.

... Then I came home. Got semi-annoyed when sis started experimenting with different styles for my hair, but then got really annoyed when mom came down and practically barked orders at us.

After doing one or two of the things she commanded me to do, I went upstairs, dressed down, and climbed into bed till 9pm. 6 hour naps in the afternoon... not a good sign.

Because of that whole incident I lost all drive to get a head start on my painting. Grr.