Three days, eight hours, and thirteen minutes 'till Decemberween

Well, while I'm on a roll, why not update for a third day in a row? Even though there's nothing at all outstanding about today except for the complete, aggravating lack of outstanding things. I think it's a little therapudic, writing in this journal, though... And it provides for a nice, if short, break in monotony. Jesus, this is not how I wanted to spend my Christmas Vacation... Er, make that "Decemberween Vacation". People aren't allowed to say "Christmas" anymore, are they? Feh.
In other news, my cold appears to be going away; but it's taking its sweet time at it. WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?
Ahem. Yes. You're probably going to be able to expect once-daily updates in this journal for the remainder of the break-- not counting those days I'm at my Dad's house, of course, where I've effectively been cut off from all technology except for the TV in the living room. All because of one late assignment. And one lie about a late assignment. And, have I mentioned that the punishment is to last for a few weeks? That's not all, either, folks-- because he can't regulate my technology usage at my Mom's house, which is roughly half the time, he extended that to a MONTH. I should be grateful about having contact with the outside world over here at least, but I'm still sour about that punishment. I can only hope that, like he's made a habit of doing in the past, he gives me a temporary reprieve for Christmas.
So, yeah. Still counting off the days. One by one by one by one by...