Over the Hump
It's finally Wednesday afternoon! I thought the first half of the week would never end! I dread to think of just how much more similar toxic days the next few weeks would bring, seeing that midterms is practically looming across the corner. Note to self: don't hyperventilate. Breathe in and out...
I really can't think of anything to post about at the moment. I guess I could blog about school but there's just nothing substantial to say about it. It's mostly: study, study, study go to class and attempt to activate invisibility mode, cringe while cards are shuffled and either exhale a big sigh of relief when another person is called or experience a temporary numbness when your name is called and immediately stand up in preparation for the grilling, class ends and then repeat the entire thing all over again. You know, usual run of the mill stuff.
Maybe I'll blog about my law school crush. I think he's fourth year now. He looks Chinese, but I'm not sure if he is. I'm not sure if he can talk because I've never actually heard him talk, but I'm assuming he can because I don't think interpreters are allowed in recitation. He looks good in red. That's about it. So much for romance huh?
Oooohhh...speaking of crushes, one of my long time crushes texted me last Monday. It was really innocent though. By no stretch of imagination could I possibly impute anything romantic with his SMS. Anyway, that little detail didn't stop me from daydreaming about what our future children will look like and what the motif will be on our daughter Tatiana's (nickname Taters) 1st birthday party (Lilo and Stitch or My Little Pony?). Sure it was pathetic, but it was fun and I found myself giggling like a loon the whole ride home, making the whole foray into la-la land worth it.
This is what can be considered as a pro-forma post. I just wanted to write for the sake of writing because the last time I blogged was Sunday and it kills my OC self to go two days without blogging. So bear with me while I twiddle my thumbs.
Imelda is showing in Town! I wanted to watch this evening but in my state, I will probably just sleep through the entire screening. Thank goodness they decided to bring it here to the dirty South, I was again feeling wawa is me (self-pity) because I wouldn't be able to watch Ramona Diaz's controversial documentary, but now, there's no need to go into wawa mode! Yehey! I really do wish we had our own Art Film Cinema in Town or it's counterpart in Festival Mall (asa pa wishing that Southmall will also dedicate an entire cinema for art films).
I can't stretch this post any more than I already have. I'll probably be sleeping in an hour or so because I've been up since 3am studying for Transpo. Sorry to seatmate Roy because he experienced first hand just how crabby and terse I can get when stressed:
Roy: Anong assignment for today?
Jill: Last 6 cases.
Roy: Six? Diba five cases lang?
Jill: Fine! The last FIVE cases then!
Roy: E ba't parang galit ka?
Jill: Kasi I'm stressed.
Alrighty. My work is done. My beloved blog has been updated. Jillsabs now signing off.