23rdJanuary2013

It has been a very long day of attempting coursework and failing miserly. If only I could write my coursework about my research project; The Effect of Gender, Age and Housing on the Performance of Syrian Hamsters (Mesocricetus Auratus) in a Spatial Maze like I can do about myself; I would be absolutely fine if so. This is a piece of coursework that I handed in over a month ago, but sadly referred on which means I need to get it up to standard and then re-submit it. The coursework needs to be completed by Friday the 25th of January, so I'm in deep hope that the snow will settle once again and cancel my college day.

I've been invited by my friend from college to join him at a music concert that's on this Friday. The band we would be seeing is called The Blackout, and to see them I would have to skip out on college. I am not willing to cut off one of my college days, especially at the moment when I have so much coursework to get through and so much to learn. The Blackout are a good band from what I've heard, however I have only listened to very few of their songs. Concerts are much better when you're really into the band and can sing along to most of their songs, this is most definitely something I can't do with this band. I would have gone, but he just needs to plan it at a better time!

My parents have once again done their usual thing of arguing on a Wednesday night. This is due to my dad thinking this is an acceptable night to drink, and he seems to do so every week even though he has work the next day. He's highly irritating when he drinks, as he brings people home who are also drunk. It's even worse the next morning though, as he's in such a terrible mood and he treats both mum and me absolutely terribly. Mother does try to stop him from drinking on weekdays, but he does it anyway as he has no respect for either of us. It angers me greatly at how unappreciative of us he is, he often acts as if he doesn't want to be in a family and he would rather be with his friends. He does honestly put his friends before his family, and we truly are sick of it.

My parents went through a rough patch around a year ago, as my dad was doing drugs (again). My mother was deeply upset and hurt about it, as she had him promise her that he wouldn't touch it ever again. They 'broke up', and even though it's not a rightful thing of me to say, I preferred it that way. My father was a lot less arrogant and it was a much nicer house to live in as the two of them weren't talking, thus no arguments. After a little while they of course made up, but she will never trust him again, and I don't blame her in the slightest.