My English class was canceled today,so I took the day off so I can get somethings done for school. I always use up my day on Friday to study and such. Over the weekend,I can't get a thing done. Our new house is a two bedroom with another room without a wall. That room without the wall is my room. I can't study into the night time because everyone is so loud. Well,I told my mom I took Wednesday(today) off so I could get work done. Guess who is home? My mom. It was nice and quiet,I was working productively,and it was sorta relaxing. Until,I hear the garage door open. Reallllllllllllly? You felt like coming home for no freaking reason. All because I took the day off. Ik it doesn't seem like a big deal,but it's a big deal to me.

I have no study time over the weekends,except at night. I study up until 2am on weekend nights so I can make up for not doing it during the day. Over the weekends up I have to get up at 8 because everyone is loud. I feel like I might as well went to school today.

Sigh,it just really sucks. Because I thought I was really going to get work done and I did get a little done. Now on Friday I'm going to get up at 7am to make up the hours I'm going to lose today.