I was sleeping.  I got to sleep and I was happy to be going to bed early.  But the phone rang and woke me up - my parents had gotten me an exam week care package that I had to pick up.  So after 25 minutes of scouring the campus and asking random Reslife workers, I got my box.  Naturally, being the doofus I am, I called my parents to thank them.  Dad picked up and I thanked him.  But then the conversation went sour and stayed that way.  After we got off the phone, I called home again and got Mom; same deal.  Meanwhile, I'm wondering why this is happening.  It's exam week, so to help me stay focused and prepared, my parents give me the most depressing half hour of my life, talking about how I should have done this or that, how Jason would have done better, how I would never do anything if they didn't bring it up first.  Allison was there, thank God, and I actually cried into her shoulder.  I do not do that.

Bright side - I've got seven songs done.  I should hopefully be getting my mic and software this week, so I can start learning the way things work and, hopefully, be recording in a few weeks.  It will be abysmally low quality at best, but it'll give me something to play with.  I mean, honestly, who am I kidding?  The best I'll ever make with anything musical is to just play around and sing in small churches.  God gave me a gift there, but it's not a very big one.

I'm just in an all-around pissy mood.  I hurt Allison's feelings (yay, me!), I'm losing what little drive/motivation I had accumulated over the past few weeks...it's as if, once again, my world is crashing down around me.  So I turn to God and say "WTF?"  God turns to me and says, "FU!"  And I drink some water and go to bed.