I don't really explain what I'm thinking all the time in real life. But I find that when I'm feeling pretty bad, writing (or typing) about what I'm thinking about helps me feel better. So, here we go.

Holy fudgenuggets, I almost had the biggest nervous brake down just now. You see recently, I've had to do a bunch of math to prepare for next year. As you can tell, that already didn't make me feel good, considering that I was looking forward to Summer Brake ever since that first cruddy terrible day of High school.

Pretty much, it goes through the math I've done, and if I do two assignments each day, I'll have one month free of work before school starts again. Big problem is, we're up at our other house by a lake (I won't say which one). There's not much wi-fi here, and the wi-fi that is here is pretty bad, or it's in really bad locations. Worst of all, the usual tutors I would have are all with their families, I haven't done or seen any of this kind of math EVER, and this weekend was both the fourth of July AND the family reunion for my mom's half of the family.

Now, I'm not a social person around my whole family, mainly because I don't have much in common with them. Most of my family is semi-active and competitive. So you can imagine how I act when I'm at a family reunion with thirty people at the most, and they're throwing footballs or going swimming, and I have my three hundred pencils and sketchbook.

If you thought though, that I hate the family reunions, you would be mistaken. I understand the importance of those events. Sometimes, people come from hundreds of miles to see each other, sometimes for one day, every year, and I think that's really cool.

But for the past four days, I have been stuck indoors, with my father trying to help me with math that he doesn't even know, trying to do this work. And next to me, since I'm up stairs in my grandparents house, there's a window, and I get to see my whole entire family having fun playing games, or eating with each other, or swimming, or listening to music, or just being there. I always like it, when I get to see them all having fun. But I feel terrible because I feel like I should be out there too. I know I don't participate the same way they do, but I still like to just be there with all of them.

So, after all that, I did kind of freaked out a little. The nervous brake down, yelling (in my case quietly) at yourself kind of freaking out.

My dad doesn't have the biggest tolerance, or patience. So you can imagine how he feels when he can't figure out something that should be simple.

After my mom and dad talked though, my dad had me walk with him for a few minutes, and we both talked. I'm feeling a little bit better now. Still extremely stressed out of course, but not quite as much.

Well uh... I just had to get that out to make myself feel better.

That's all for now. Bye.