It's just another manic Monday Tuesday

Unexpected free cuts for History. For the entire week. I can't wait until 9:00 pm, Friday. Then, I can find myself eating fries dipped in caramel sundae at McDo for about an hour and finally, sleep.

I should really be at the library, doing research for Theo, and taking the occasional 5-turned-30-minute break. But I'm not.

Hayy.

Breathe for 3, hold for 30

It's 5:40 am, September 1, 2007. So far?

MarkeTeach
Read Noli me Tangere and El Filibusterismo for an objective long test for History 165
Research Proposals for Theology 131 and History 165
Research Outline for Theology 131
Quizzes for Economics 111and Theology 131
Papers for Leadership and Strategy 100 and Theology 131
History 165 Long Test #2
Accounting 101 Long Test #2
Marketing Camp Day 2

One more before plunging into another. That week also came with a day's high of 5 espresso shots, a laptop crash, 3 new pimples, a lost pin and eraser (Trivial but, you see, one of them means a lot and another is just a fantastic example of how I get easily attached to things.). I feel like a complete ewan, doing a lot of things while not really feeling accomplished. I think it's because everythings done with half-a-mind and a body that wants nothing more than to be somewhere else. I keep on taking the path of least resistance and comforts like sleeping and eating happens to come naturally.

Ay nako. Magpapatalo ba ko sa sarili ko?

And another one, aaand another one, aaand another one

I'm thinking of getting a LiveJournal. ZOMG. And a Photobucket. But, I already have a Multiply. And Isah wants me to get a FaceBook. And, wow, look at my Friendster and Xanga. And I want to figure out how RSS feeds work. And Blogthings are here. Oooh, shiny. And there's The Impossible Quiz.

Bye real life, hello internet!

You are a Career Girl!

You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success. You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy! An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing. And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are.

Surprise, surprise.

A week's worth

This is the first time I'm doing this, airing out my week's dirty academic laundry in full detail, that is. Feel free to skip. You'll be bored to death, I swear. Me? I'll simply be overworked to death while bleeding coffee. Obviously, my professors can and will just have do the impossible task of raising me from the dead to give me more work. Wow, color me excited!

Read Noli me Tangere and El Filibusterismo for an objective long test for History 165
Research Proposals for Theology 131 and History 165
Research Outline for Theology 131
Quizzes for Economics 111and Theology 131
Papers for Leadership and Strategy 100 and Theology 131
History 165 Long Test #2
Accounting 101 Long Test #2
Marketing Camp Day 2

All in one week. (Good lord, this should be illegal.) Expect more rants in the next few days. I'm surprised how my roommates put up with me and the eternal slobbering of the unstoppable mouth. A strike-through means I've already finished. Let's see how I fare. *gulp*

Sugar and spice and everything nice

Since that was an extremely stressful list, how about a nice, girly, pink one with flowers and swirls on top?

Manicure, pedicure
Hair color, Hair cut
Facial
A new pair of jeans and flats
A new bag
Gossip Girl [25 days to go, I wonder how it will look like. Want to know more? Here.]
Isah's birthday [!]

And the usual food [There's a place that I want to go to on Tiendesitas, plus bibingcrepe from Wey and Nico], books [I hope I can start on She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb], DVDs [My Sassy Girl, Heroes from Ray, Ugly Betty from Jayce, and anything from Viz], and music [Torrent is looove] trips that follow an extremely pimple-inducing week. I need a breather.

Cheers to college. Did you notice? My plans are all for sem-break.

Puttering 'round

I would like to think that this is not some form of procrastination but as some form of release. For the past three weeks, I have been sleeping at around 2:00 to 5:00 in the morning only to wake up 2-3 hours later to prepare for school. It's weird you know. I have been recently associating long hours of work with the better quality of it when in fact, I spend most of the hour day dreaming and puttering 'round looking for other things to do.And going back to the intense periods of focus seems to be the most difficult thing.

CNN and Coffee

I have also found myself to be watching CNN more often. If I do turn on the television, that is. But, I watch it on mute and read the rolling headlines down below. Then, I just turn up the volume if I find a segment interesting. Sometimes, I just turn it on for a necessary amount of distraction from the quietness of the early mornings. There's a certain grown-up and a bit of pretentious feeling to it. I can almost imagine myself saying (to my little brother, of all people) "You watch the Disney Channel? That's so pedestrian!" And with a puff of my cigar, I leave with my upturned nose high up my ass.

But more than those, I feel a little more learned about what happens where I live. I'm no longer confined to the closed quarters of a censored world. I am scared. I might flee the second someone tries to hold me accountable for my actions. But more than that, more than the impact of the ridiculously adult world "responsibility," it feels really, really good to be aware.

Coffee is another thing that has been on my plate, rather, mug, for the past few weeks. One grande triple vanilla latté for long nights and longer days. Baristas always warn me that a grande latté already contains two shots. I would really like to explain to the barista that, sometimes, the taste of coffee drowns in milk. So, I add a shot. Vanilla is for arte purposes only; though it helps at hinting sweetness without being too saccharine. But, that's way too long. So, I often have to bite my lip and kick my brain for wanting to say, "You're going to earn an extra Php50.00 from this transaction. Would you really like to stop me? Would you?!"

XOXO, _____

I miss you Viz, Isah, and Reg. I swear to god, I can physically feel the heartache. E-mail me something. Anything.