hOw dO yOu spElL "sEaTtLe?!"

argh. fuelled by rage. and laziness. and defeat (?)

pissed still.

doing english research paper... life sucks. and im pissed at my english teacher. it's inevitable. sue me.

[demi and ashton got married. ala lang.]

crazee. crazee. me.

it's already eight pages but im still not done shoo... whatevarrr.

math quiz tomorrow. something about translating graphs. come on. it totally left my mind after that one second it stayed there. math is crap. i mean, when i write about the sensational agony of having your soul torn from your body, do i really need to graph it?! craperoo.

fil paper due on the seventh. im in chapter nine. out of 28. is that good? no? hm. i thought so.

es lab finals this monday. another wicked witch in my life...

es lecture. nuisance. can't wait to end it.


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lit's another thing. we have to analyze wAr by luiGi piRaNdelLo so one of us could report it on friday. this friday. am i making sense? hm. basta. analyze the f*cking story as a group and then come friday, miss lin [erherm] will choose one of us to singlehandedly report it in front. i have a nasty feeling that it's gonna be me.

[i smell victoria's secret. the tempra thing, i think. uh, ive gone through so many scents and flavors that it's confusing... but deja senti. it reminds me of... harrell. and nobody's angel. and don michael. adrian. kristel. them.]

i was medyo nervous pa cuz when we (the group) met last monday, we did nothing. ala. ala talaga. saya. but kaninang am, fidelis texted me if the group wanted to meet. well, they did... i was still at home, watching florence henderson talking to a poolboy about raking her leaves. har. methinks my absence from the meeting with miss lin this morning would make miss lin choose me for friday's report. sadistic bleep.

met with evert. (yes, i can finally talk to him. funny how his homosexuality makes him more accessible.) anyways, we met at the former smocket sa may ctc... people i know passed us and they kinda gave those weird stare-y thingies. evert's used to it, i guess. it amused me. people, he's gay. know it. get over it.

funniest was gab's reaction. "bat kaya kasama nito si belgian boy?" i pity you, dearie. thank god i am sooo _____________.

[nats told me yesterday na it's the same way for her. damn, i hope not. it'd be cute if it were not. basta.]

anyways, we met with franz and fidelis... this was the agenda: go to mcdo, eat lunch. then go to seattle's and talk about the story...

uh, poverty. i have a hundred in my pocket.

medyo uncomfy but certainly not op... you know me. ^_^

besides, i don't drink coffee anyways.

hai. seattle's had a nice atmosphere. everyone had laptops (harhar) and everyone was drinking coffee or eating large cookies worth forty-five pesos.

fidelis understood me, methinks, re my poverty mode. hai. thanksh.

new fantasy: seattle as a hang-out, a la sex and the city with carrie bradshaw...

ah, since i didn't get to spoil myself nung birthday ko with cello's donuts or even mashed pot or a shirt or jeans cuz i used my bday money to pay for school stuff [bait ko, i knooow] eh di this pasko na lang, hahaha. after this sem sana pero tag-hirap pa rin ang lola mo. fine. sa pasko, iinom ako ng mahal na kape.

oi, the story talk was oki. chaya.

saw him. migs. haha. labo ko no? have i said this before: i like him cuz i don't get to talk to him -- ? well, i do. it's true. ang cute. parang elementary.

i just thought, for a while, what kelvin was thinking. i don't like him--like like--but you have to wonder, ryt? what the f*ck is going on in that tiny widdle head of his???

toodles.