Stresssss....

Today is Wednesday September 27 2006. Though... the blog says that already doesnt it? O_o;

September 28- personal deadline for I.P. paper contribution (let's do this sh*t!)

September 30- Hope for the flowers
- Personal deadline for the Plant Care Project Paper

October 1- Basketball finals (Oh my god...)
-Personal deadline for the Sentece Outline

October 2- Joan's Birthday
- Deadliest Deadline: Sentence Outline
-HSBC talk (if ever I go)

October 4- Deadliest deadline: PCP paper

October 9- Deadliest Deadline: RESEARCH PAPER

October 13- Group paper
13- LIT 13 long test

October 16- Deadliest Deadline: RESEARH PAPER: FINAL
-Deadliest Deadline: Reading Journals

This is non-inclusive of org activities, other E.S. 10 stuff, Math and Fil deadlines....
which basically means I'd be scott free if I didnt have English...

Lord smite Abola... T.T

Trapped

I feel so cold...

the sun has set

the night unfolds

Im on the net...

ngek.... and you people thought this would be another emo post didn't you? -admit it- Seriously though... my fingers are numb little sticks attached to the quivering lumps that I use as hands. It's so friggin cold. Its quarter to seven, and I find myself stuck in the airconned library because its pouring outside. ---> thus explaining my frigid condition.

Today was another "no class" day... not because there was no class per se, but because I didnt go to the one class I did have. Free cut again sa English and Lit and instead of ES I went to Kenny Rogers to hold an interview for my acursed research paper (...Lord Smite Abola---> my new mantra) Thats all really...

wait... the rain is stopping. I have to leave and run like a headless chicken to the dorm before it starts up again... It might be wetter outside but wet is definitely better than trapped freezing...

I see the light...

"Though the sorrow may last for the night, his joy comes with the morning!"

thats a line from the praise song trading my sorrows by hillsongs (like theres any other) and its a super happy song, really... so is every move, but the message of this particular song is what got to me and perked me up :D

2 posts ago, i vented my frustration and wrote about things to be shot over. For this post ill be blogging about things to duck -and miss being hit by the bullet- for:

>>My sister came to visit me yesterday! hahaha... nya, gi-librehan pa ko ug lunch... I miss my family, so that little visit did wonders for my endorphin levels. I cut ES to hang out with her so that makes me doubly happy!!! mwahahaha... nagnu mu depressed ko magmiss ug ES? ka wa'y ayu ni Claveria ;p

>>While she was here, my sister bought me a book! yahoooo!!! I love my sister :D I have two boks lined up for reading now: AMISTAD- suppossedly this really cool emo book. and The Stolen Child, written by the author of 'the last Unicorn ;p light reading... now all I have to do is kill Abola so that I have more time to bum around and read....

>>I have found several books that prompt me to refuse to be shot until Ive read them.
-Dune Messiah
-Hey Nostradamus!
-If you could see me now
-Tipping point
-Waiting (possibly borrow from Enzo??)
-Sandman endless nights
-Going postal
-Geisha in Gion

extended reading list... Christmas hinthint to the people who love me ;p

>>We just had basketball kanina----> cancelling out my volleyball woes.

>> I feel infinitely better about my research paper...
I have not yet found the tunnel per se but Im currently on the road that enters the tunnel further along ;p my spirits have improved since I had a sort of interview yesterday with Maam Villa and shes reffering me pa to her other friend who Ill be meeting for lunch tomorrow (You're allowed 9 cuts for ES right?)

>> I pulled out of powermatch--> legitimately. and apparently Daryll ended up being partnered with Jeff so Im sure they did relatively well. I wont really know until i speak to one of them but yeah....

I dunno... I just feel so much better than I did on Saturday :O hehehe... ang labo noh? I never knew i was this emo pala ;p

we might actually get to see a proper smile tomorrow... :)

Like Sir Exie said "Theres a light at the end of the tunnel... and its not a train."

-note this is a diminished version of the original post.... blogger sucks sometimes...-

-prosepusher

Gugmang giatay

And so here we have it.

My fancies have settled on a particular lout.

But we have some of the usual shit problems that I tend to have.

Im tired of this particular song and dance.

cant the higher ups play something else??



Fall Out Boy got it right...

I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive.
Now I only waste it dreaming of you.



But I think the ambassadors put it best...

"...GUGMANG GIATAY..."

Melting...

I want it to be over.

Is it just me or is it tiring to be alive sometimes? Or at the very least, its tiring always putting up my little happy face. But then again thats whats expected of me. If I let it slip Im sure people would notice. And I know a few who'd make a fuss about it. Can't I be unhappy without people prodding me back into the act? Can you just leave me to be miserable for like a halfway decent period of time?? Do I not have the right to be EMO sometimes??!

Lately Ive not been smiling properly. and by properly I mean, smiling and meaning it. Ive just been smiling for the sake of placating the expectations. The smile Ive been giving out is my "just show your teeth and hope they go away" smile. They never get it right. The people I want to stay, have to or just end up leaving and the ones I want to dissapear over the horizon of infinity... are the ones who Im stuck with. I even have to sleep with one of them. Gawd. . . Shoot me. shoot me now. or better yet, shoot her. rawr... all I know is that some shooting has to occur. seriously.

Things to be shot over:
>pisting yawa na Volleyball club.
I wish I had never joined it. first of all, I suck at volleyball. secondly, I dont enjoy it. Thirdly it eats into time Id rather spend reading.---> another issue.
HOWEVER:
-Im not looking forward to telling coach about it, and I dont know how Beagle will take my rejection of her life love. plus, what about my pseudo friendly acquaintances? -.-;

>Powermatch
I dont like my partner. Okay wait... let me rephrase that. shes a nice person, but we bring out the worst debate results in each other. I sooooo want to back out. I really think Im going to. I love debating but Hell... gi-ahak nalang na inutil ming duha kung ipakuyog jud mi. Shit. maayo unta na ni kuyog nalang ko ni Frances. -_-;

>Research Paper
need I say more? really?

>All the things I have to do with a computer despite the fact that the laptop Lolo left is useless T.T I dont know whats wrong with it. This in itself is a major contributor to my problems with the research paper.

> Im starved for literature
Or should I say that Im drowning in literature that Id rather not be reading?? (by that I mean the resource material for my paper... Lord smite Abola...) Im starved for literature that i ENJOY. I havent read for pleasure, I havent read for the sake of reading, I havent read for ME in more than a month. Frankly speaking this is the longest Ive ever gone. I need my fix. and I need it SOON.

Im becoming a cranky little bitch with all these stress inducers. Id like to apologize in advance to the people I will be snapping at. Its not REALLY your fault. Sometimes I think how easy it would be to just fall asleep and not come to anymore. bleck.... I need my fix of happy music as well... wouldnt it be cool if I was like the wicked Witch of the West? All I'd have to do is step into the shower and start melting away.

-prosepusher-