the weekend that never ends

I hate 3 day weekends, did I ever say that? I already hate weekends bad enough. They just get me down because they make me feel so cut off from the world, and I'm always wondering what everyone else is doing. Deifnitely more fun stuff than me. Also, it puts me into constant proximity of my parents, and you know what happens next. It's not like I can lcok myself in my room or anything, and I think my eardrums are ready to burst.

I also hate the weekends because I never seem to be able to sleep. I just lie awake in the dark, with this horrible restless feeling. The mattress feels uncomfortably hot, and I jsut want to claw the bedclothes off and rip the pillows apart. My body might feel tired, but my mind just keeps wandering and refuses to relax. I particularly hate it because I always go back and think of all the stupid things that I've done, or hte stupid things that other people keep doing to me. Then I either get so sad or irritated that it's impossible for me to go to sleep. Even then, I can't sleep in because my biological clock wakes me up so early. i HATE weekends.

On top of this, I have my infernal chinese O-levels soon. I'm going to fail. What the hell. Three generations of my family have never ever spoken chinese, and now you tell me I have to learn my mother tongue? What bullshit. How does it make me understand my heritage when it ISN'T part of my heritage. The government jsut assumes the everyone comes from madarin speaking coolies. Firstly, most do, but coolies spoke a whole not of dialects, not "mother tongue" madarin. Secondly, chinese is useless, no matter what they tell you. Did you know, according to Time magazine, in order to do business with the rest of the world, the chinese are learning ENGLISH?