I had a beer and now you're here

Must go back to oc-oc methods and make checklists written on glow-in-the-dark Post-it notes. Gah. See how school is an institution catering to the degeneration of society in general? Papers, philosophizerors, Theo, History with Ambeth Ocampo and a rather dominatrix-librarian-esque Miss Bradley Ramoso. Nonfiction with a slick/sleek Karla Delgado, Fiction with the non-Ma'am Suchen.

I'm going nuts, I tell you. And this is what? The second week of the school year? Third?

Ewan.

ID slip's still missing. Which means I'll have to go one fielding security guards trained in ninja school, swooping as they do from behind 4-inch-thick metal poles with all the demonic hatred ADSA and bureaucracy has to offer.

And my scholar service card thingumie's gone as well. Ayos. (PSBA, here I come.)


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In more relevant news (that is, news you'd actually give a fig about), Chris Benoit strangled his wife Nancy on Friday night, his kid Daniel on Saturday, then hanged himself in his basement weights room last Sunday.

Some blame it on steroid rage.

Damn it, another wrestler to cry over while listening to terrible power ballads. Oh, the agony of being left behind.