Friday, April 13, 2007
Summer will be friggin' over for me. Soon.
Gah. I have been spending my days doing nothing. Nothing. I sleep at around 5 am and wake up at around 3 pm, just in time to ditch lunch. I read a few pages of my oh so beloved book, and then go back to sleep. Absolutely nothing.
I love it. I miss being bored. And I have been bored for quite some time now. I love my current state. But then I have to have to get rid of this feeling soon. Summer classes. 2+2=infinity. (Thank you, Nil, for registering me)
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I hate sipping on anything with blended ice. Sure, it's a nice way to lie at yourself that the weather is oh so fine, but I hate it when the ice all, uhm, coagulates? converges? clumps? together after sipping at the flavory liquid for a while. What is the solution for this? Blend the ice well enought that it's nearly liquid in form? Wait for the ice to melt but not so much that your drink is already ruined? Whatever.
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Ace (if you ever read this), our plan for churros has been completely obliterated.
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I got my hand on that book with the uber long title! I saw it in Powerbooks once and I got curious and now I have it in hardbound! And I only paid 200 bucks or so. I hope this turns out to be a good buy. The book is "The Horrific Suffereings of The Mind-Reading Monster Hercules Barefoot, His Wonderful Love, and His Terrible Hatred." I am so finishing this this weekend.
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Who wants to watch a movie with me? :(
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I finally got myself to watch Kiera Knightley's version of Pride and Prejudice (since it's been popping all over HBO lately). I got such a hard laugh from watching Mr. Collins. Wala lang.
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I have not been wearing all the clothes that I brought home for vacation. I never learned how to travel light. I have been lugging that heavy duffel bag around the airport and I have not even used half of the pile that I haphazardly packed the night before I went home! Stupid me.
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Home-coming is making me dirt poor.
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A fraction of the carbonara I made a permanent trip to the rubbish pile. Hatred. Who could it be? Hmmmm...
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This post is turning out to be senseless. I miss my dorm room. :(