Monday, Fridays, and the Things that Happened in Between

Mood: okay okay.
Now Playing: finally found the time to listen to stella. good song. will reflect on it more later.

MONDAY
Stayed in bed the whole day. Thought i had the Flu so i made up a mental list of ways to die. Come to think of it, i also made a mental list of doughnut flavors i'd like to taste in a cinema. Sigh. The things people do when boredom strikes.

Drank too many liquids. I think im still sweating all the water i drank. Slept too much, too. I'm now having trouble falling asleep. It's amazing.

Also, twas the day my throat started effing hurting. HURTING. It hurts just to say a single word, and i cough like crazy everytime i breathe. Damn.

TUESDAY
I honestly cannot remem Had this quiz in educ psych. Didn't review much; i don't like how she teaches anyway. So aun. Im betting i got lower than low scores. But anyway, when class was finally over and people started flocking to the exits, Bren slams the teacher's table hard, an expression i guess of how the day is finally over and shit.

I slam the table with my educ psych book too, about to join in the process of cheering and complaining when the professor suddenly wheels around and sees me, up in the platform, an educ psych book in one hand, and the sound of two very loud noises in her ears. She calls me over and all i can think of goes like this:

Prof: So why did you bang your book on the table?
Me: My book was heavy mam, so i threw it on the table as i made my way across the platform. One cannot, after all, pass through the flock of people moving towards the door.
Prof: Are you angry?
Me: Mam?
Prof: Are you angry?
Me: N-no.. why should i be angry?
Prof: That's why im asking you.
Me: N-no... i wasn't angry.
Prof: Then why did you bang the table twice?
Me: adjaksljkdjasdjskd.

WEDNESDAY
Org fair today. Was supposed to be at the college at 8 in the morning to help set up everything. Arrived at half past... ten. Ohwellpapel. This year's org fair was with the theme of fiestas. CSJ picked Penafrancia (the one where the Virgin Mary walks on water, sorry i don't really know(yeah, i know im sinful)), so that's how we rolled.

Weird weather that day. The sun was effing hot, BUT it rained like shit. Saw Kevin Anne by the way. Paxter na pala siya, lol. Ndi ko alam. I am so efffing outdated.

Didn't catch the first day of the org fair. Had to go to a 1 pm class. Rest of the day passed in relative calm.

THURSDAY
2nd day of org fair. Was tasked to hold the fort from 8-10 in the morning. Arrived at 9-ish, i dunno the real time. Anyway, saw ate Eji at the booth already. Grabbed copies of the Mirage and tried to convince/bully/seduce(?!) freshmen into joining.

Which ended miserably. As i were in Monday, my voice was completely HOARSE. I couldn't utter a single sentence without grimacing in pain. I probably looked like the senior from hell.

FRIDAY
Studied for chemlab quiz. ARRG. Was also supposed to interview the Dean or the secretary or the buildings and ground committee, but i got up late, and as a result, was late for the third time for SCL class. Great. I opened the door, and there was this thick silence, i knew something was up. And there was; some shit about people not having (e.g. me) the proper handouts. Good thing the professor was very forgiving and gave us another chance.

We were dismissed earlier at chemlab today. Hung out at KFC after. I bought a Mcdo large fries, and wasted a lot of them; my effing throat just couldn't handle it, man. Around 7, we left KFC and sat at the new benches near the quad fountain.

Realized a lot of things this Friday. Probably the most important one taking the form of a warning i used to say to myself: blessed are the hearts that bend, for they will never be broken. blessed be also the minds that are on the lookout, for they will never be trampled upon.

Also, this draft i saved in my phone a few hours ago;

truth be told, i like riding an fx at night, mga around 8 or 9 pm. Not only because of the fact the streets are clean but also of the fact that intimacy can exist between strangers.

You have an idea how their bones feel; it probably aches just as much as yours do. But of course, your problems are your own, and it takes a little imagination to guess what theirs are.