I was sandwiched between two people in the bookstore today. In front of me was a twentysomething female and in her hand was a black book with chess pieces on the cover. She asked for another copy of the same book from the boy she was with (also twentysomething and probably her boyfriend) so in her hands were two copies of the same book. Behind me, was a girl (also twentysomething), short and stout. She had a five hundred peso bill in one hand and the same book as the girl in front of me. The girl in the other line next to me, slammed on to the fully booked counter a stack of books from a series of a very popular television show. I was in the middle of all of them and I was holding on to crumpled bills and a Voltaire.
I felt so uncool.

(P.S. I went shopping with my mom today. I have new chucks!!!!!!!!!!!! (hohoho superpunctuation) and new shirts and underwear. HAPPYDAY)

Yesterday while waiting for Didi to finish her Psychology class, Dude, Jem and I were sitting on the AS steps. She was smoking and she asked me to make kwento. I realized that I have no make kwento about. Lately, I've been doing nothing but schoolwork and I've been going out with the same set of friends on an almost weekly basis.I'm with Didi all the time. I'm with Dude all the time. It's not so bad it's just that I can't make kwento. I can't. anything. (haha make kwento haha) Oh well, a bad apple can ruin the whole bushel. (haha Dude)

Oh Gosh my life is mundane.

P.S. winner conversation:

iris: tignan mo o, I have a picture of dude nung bata pa siya!
didi: May panty ba siya?

hahahahahha win. omg win.

Do you believe in Phonebook Fairies?
I DO I DO.

Yesterday in Creative Writing 10, Sir Carljoe created groups that involved separating me, dude, hazel, and didi, which I find very unfair. I don't want to go all, but theeeey're my friends kind of whiny with you guys, but think about it. Sir Carl said that grouping up with new people would give you new ice to carve (actually he said parodime but I refuse to use the word that I used in debate) and for me, that's just another way to say THE GRASS IS GREENER.
Well anyway, back to the phonebook fairies. The assigned work was to decide on an inciting incident and to develop it in to a full blown plot. My group decided on the inciting incident where in a girl wakes up one day and when she opens the door, she sees a stack of phonebooks blocking her way out. We then moved on to discuss how/why the phonebooks were there and after discussing a lot of reasons one of my groupmates said: let's make it magical, she upset a mythical creature and that was her punishment. PHONEBOOK FAIRY.

After class Dude and I started creating a back story for the phonebook fairy, despite the fact that we were never going to use it for my group's story. Basically, it follows the Peter Pan fairies thing with the clapping except when you say I DONT BELIEVE IN PHONEBOOK FAIRIES, a phonebook fairy dies and becomes a phonebook D: D: D: D:

Oh God I love UP.

Sari has this new pauso: She's been writing down all her dreams down after waking up. (Duh, as if she could sleep-write) She told me this during our impromptu date in McDonald's. I accidentally B.I.T.S. (bumped in to sari) a while ago on my way to National Bookstore to find more books to add to my (oh-so-tall) pile of unread books. (I'm not done with Para Kay B or Sense and Sensibility yet, even the book David Sedaris book Gela gave me for my birthday sits on my desk waiting for me)
Anyway, back to her little project, I wonder if someday she'll actually go through a certain event that she's actually written in her dream log book. I told her it wasn't going to happen since we don't remember our dejavus and I remember Didi telling me once that dejavus are just brain tricks. If Sari does end up telling the future, she'll probably end up in Dante Alighieri's Inferno (I'm not sure which circle) with the fortune teller's heads faced backwards. Sari, you don't want your head on backwards do you? Tying your shoe laces would be a pain. Then again, I'm not even sure if they have shoes in hell. Do they?
I miss high school. Well not really, I just miss the feeling of not caring. I envy the current high school seniors, because it's that time of the year where people just stop caring. I remember the feeling of abandoning my work pile in one corner of my room to watch an extra hour of Nanny reruns. I liked the infinite feeling of no repercussions.
Speaking of workload, I managed to cram 2 out of 3 sets of schoolwork tonight even with the occasional visits to Pet Society and Word Challenge. I still have to work on the Carljoe paper but I'll get it done by tomorrow. (I have to get it done by tomorrow) Midterms are coming up, I want to diiiiie.

This was very incoherent, I think I'll go sleep in the tub now.
COLD WEATHER WHERE ART THOU?

I have missed the feeling of my bed. These past few days, I have sat/napped/done homework on my bed but I haven't crawled in between my disney sheets and sun printed comforter and smother my face in to my extra long and fluffy hotel pillow. HOW I MISS YOU BED. I've been waiting for Thursday and it is finally here! I can finally sleep without worrying about out- of place keyframs and other screwed up Macromedia Flash problems.
This weekend, everyone but Ate Lora and I will be at home. We'll probably visit my other cousin to play croquet. I am so sleepy, I think my pillow is calling me.