It's finally break, and on the first day dad goes to the hospital to see what's going on with his foot. He just got reconstructive surgery on his right heel, but the left one's pain is outweighing the right one, and it's not the one they cut into. I don't know what else to say other than he's probably not going to be home until the middle of next week because they don't know what to do . . .

My dad and I were also thinking of getting a loft for my room so that there's a desk I can use and do my homework on (lately I've been kneeling on the floor and using my bed to write on). My mom's totally against it and is doing the pouty: "do what you want" thing so that's hopefully gonna be what we end up doing.

On a happier note: I get to go on a field trip on Friday and basically rock-climb all day ~ WHOOO!

Other than that I'm just totally worn out and ready to admit that things just screw up fast in my life.

*rubs forehead tiredly* T-T