Well, I'm going to prom after all.

If I could just make it through this week without killing anyone (especially considering the number of sodding idiots who are ASKING for it), that would be lovely. Too much stuff, not enough time. Narrowly (and I do mean narrowly) avoided a nervous breakdown in maths, seeing as I screwed myself re: understanding the first chapter of stuff for the exam. (eep.)
In other news, it lives! It lives! More to the point, Anathema told everyone about Google. This ought to get interesting. XD (Actually, I stumbled across the band referenced in there somewhere a while back. Prolly through someone's LJ interests, come to think of it. Haven't heard anything though, so I can't give you any sort of review.)
We got a new sofa-thingy today. There's a recliner and a hide-a-bed and the thing is like four feet tall or so. Mom said it smelled like someone killed a cow in the living room (mass quantities of black leather, donchaknow), but I told her that would likely smell much worse.
As stated, am going to prom after all. Whoopee. Watch me party. (Really, I'm sure there'll be something enjoyable about the whole thing, just... right now I've too much otherwise to deal with.)
Dad stopped on the way home from dinner to talk to one of my parents' friends; his wife just started chemo. AGAIN. (She had breast cancer last year and fought that down, and now there's cancer in her legs and pelvis. There were articles about her in the local paper and possibly the Enquirer, but I don't think so, while she was busy last year.) Just... dude. They could do with some good karma (or whatever you prefer), if y'all wouldn't mind.
Have written a paragraph of Religion Paper of DOOM. /me feels quite accomplished. XD Now, if I can just find the Silicon Valley article without losing what little sanity I had in the first...