no subject

1. What does your first name mean?
Gracious. 'Parently it originates from Hebrew Oo I always thought Anna was a German name. Meh, whatever, I'm gracious ^^;
2. What does your middle name mean?
Anointed. Um... yes Oo;;
3. What does your last name mean?
It'sone of those ones with 'son' on the end (You know, like Jacobson, Johnson) so, son of [insert first bit of surname here] *nods*
4. So what does your name mean when put together?
I am the gracious, anointed son of [insert first bit of surname here]. whee~ I'm a guy =D
5. What would you have been named if you were the opposite gender?
Colin, that's my brother.
6. Any other name oddities?
My initials are ACT. As in Australian Capital Territory. As in Canberra. And my parents knew this when they named me XD;

no subject

Got maths test back. 'Twas better than the last one, but I still got 19/33. Stuff's stressing me out muchly. Too much stuff due in too little time, resulting in late nights and being tired for the rest of the day/week. I bloody hate year 12. I mean seriously. I have never felt so stressed before. Okay, end of first semester last year was god-awful, but year 12 in general just pisses me off. I've already done the whole 'I used to be good at maths, what happened' thing, so I won't bore you with that.

Now I've got Dad stressing me out. Every freaking night it's like 'how are your assignments going?' 'You getting piled up with stuff yet?' 'shouldn't you be working on [insert assignment here]?' As if I'm not stressed enough already by just the due dates. I have to say I really hate him sometimes. Last night he absolutely blew it because I'm apparently taking too long to get my lisence, and I'm not practicing driving enough. I would drive more often if he could be ready in the mornings on time as opposed to us leaving nearly 20 minutes later than we're s'posed to. I can legally go no faster than 80kph on the freeway, he can go up to 100. I wonder why I'd rather him drive then? Maybe it could be so we're at school on time? Revalation!

Basically he's pissed 'cos I chose to do the test rather than the log book for getting my Ps. Shock bloody horror. I chose that because it's supposed to be faster. It's not my bloody fault I don't get enough practice. And he's always doing stuff over the weekend too, so I can't do it then either. I hate getting blamed for this kind of thing. I hate getting yelled at for no reason and blamed for stuff I didn't do. Pisses me muchly. Wrote a page and a half last night about this stuff and gave it to him, but he's buggered off to Canberra for the day, so he left early this morning and will prolly get back late tonight so I won't be able to see his reaction. If I get even just a 'sorry' I'll be amazed. Doesn't happen often.

And~ there's the bell. Got the Art pooter course thingo again tonight, so hafta stay 'til 7:30 and take the bus home. Should prolly look up bus timetables *does so*