My father has guilted me into going to see my grandmother by telling me she's passively trying to kill herself and she might cheer up when I tell her about my grades.

I really don't want to go see her. She's been a horrible bitch to both my parents. She hasn't been a bitch to me, but treating my parents badly is enough reason for me to hold against her. God forbid I become such a miserable old woman if I live that long.

Anyways, on the bright side of the day, it was like 55 degrees out this afternoon, so I went for a walk on the beach and wrote three sonnets. metaphorliteral, check them out if you like beaches. Or if you want to make me happy. I don't know whether to send them to Professor Bennett or save them for the semester starting. I should probably save them.

I've been awake since like 7 am. It's not even 4:30 and I'm tired. Bleah.