This is an uncomfortably shabby computer I'm using. If one must insist to know, my laptop is still out of its proper mind, due to overdrinking. If laptops drink, I suppose, mine would be the champion with the pegs, for it killed itself through drinking. Well, naturally, it was someone else's fault. That crazy househelp seemed to find it amusing to spill liquid all over the keyboard, and voila. Bye, lights. I'll have to bring it over to Megamall, to the Neo booth, according to the computer technician. Do pray for Twist's soul as she undergoes a very delicate operation. And, the other PC is having problems of its own, the boyfriend must've left her and has gone on strike? How likely. I can't touch any other laptop here at home as they are not mine, so I'm stuck to using this ancient ruin computer with incredibly large text and are mysteriously like the pre-PAASCU AA computers. Get the gist? Now, sympathize. And due to the same reason, this post is icon-less.
I have been behind homework. I absolutely NEED to read Chemistry's Chapter 9 (on atoms), write my English essay, try to figure out what the next lessons for Geom and Algeb are because I need to read through it in order to understand the lesson (listening to the teacher had never been my thing), READ Noli Me Tangere and so on, so forth. I guess I'm doing my check list here, huh? What of my planner? It's thriving pretty well. Yeah, but very messy. Not at all the creative pages you used to see.
I missed the SONA. And I don't care. (I'm not supposed to say that because AFS will disown me, but go, honesty lover.) I didn't miss my HP7 book. Ha. Well, technically, I did. I missed it last Saturday. I made Trish go to AA to claim the book, but the kid slept at the kiosk and getting the book slipped her mind!!! Lovely? Tell me about it. I had to claim it today, during RECESS, when I could've read it yesterday! Oh, Isa, the pains? The pains.
That book will be the last thing I'm spending on for a few months. I'm not spending anything. I'm saving up for a surprise my Mom's planing for December. Apparently, we need to save up if we don't want to regret it. What IT is, I have no idea. A wild guess, she'll bring me to some place I've been begging for for ages. Hmm, problem is, which one? A testimony to my being a cheapmonk? Ha, I went to Eastwood last night (Tita Diwi's birthday, Mom brought us along), and I didn't buy a THING, except perhaps for a drink and candy. AND my Dad's gift! I'm saving, I'm saving, I'm saving. BOOYAH!
I love it when you call, I love it when you call, I love it when you call, but you never call at all. So what's the complication? It's only conversation. I love it when you call, but you never call at all-oh-woh-oh. Lovely song by THE FEELING.
I guess I'm off to write my English essay. Or Review of Related Lit. I really can't tell the difference. Now call me a loser. =))
PS, do check out these
GRADE 6-7 pictures of me and my friends.
