I MUST EAT. I can't bring myself to eat today. My back hurts, must be due to the excess curve our chairs possess. They are not made particularly for ass-less people of the world. The curves are supposed to be occupied by the bums of the blessed people of the world. I, unfortunately, fill tha space up with the four lower vertaes of my vertebral column. Biology geeks, (not me, particularly!) is that right? You get the picture. AND they hurt SO bad. Add to the lack of cooling down during the basketball try-outs and what do we get? Hickory Dickory Duck Might as well be a duck-worth Bianca. It hurts bad, you know? And, I didn't eat a thing today after recess! I ate my cereals for breakfast, I ate my sandwich and milk biscuits for recess, and gave away my lunch. I'm not much of an eater, because I hate feeling bloated. I drank a whole bottle of C2, LOADS AND LOADS (probably jugs!) of water from the drinking fountain, a cup of Oreo shake, and what nots. PS, I also drank Mirinda under the false pretenses that it was orange juice. Real smart, eh? We all know my stomach can't tolerate soft drinks, and now my stomach is doing that awful, sickening, rumbling. That means I don't have the guts to eat unless I want a mob of gooey vomit on my face. Ha. Lovely sight, indeed?

So I'm rambling on and on. I thought we were free of HW, but we've got Algeb, Chemistry, History, and what else to worry about. Didn't realize it 'till Sarah Napala reminded me. Crap? I'll go and set my alarm on 3 AM, (fine, 3:30, just so!) and do it then. HOWEVER, I don't usually wake up! I MUST WAKE UP. I'm not sleeping in my bed, the sofa would be better. Or no. Fine. Bed. I can't read Harry Potter either (ISA! MUST THINK OF TEARS!) because I'd better rest. Is it not wonderful that my printer (according to Trish, I haven't been up there in a while) chose today to malfunction? English paper, hello?

Ramble, ramble, that's about all I can do. I took a Dove chocolate from the bag yesterday, and I got this message from the wrapper, "It's okay to do nothing." I got 4 others, but I can't place my finger on what they said. I'll do nothing. Ironic, since the moment I read it, I was reading my Filipino book as means of reviewing Noli. Ha? Great? Thought so. I continued reading. But now, IT IS OKAY TO DO NOTHING, not if you have 2 hours at dawn to do more than nothing. (Again, on with the HP-related tears!)

I guess I must be off? By the way, I am not watching the Harr La Salle-Ateneo game tomorrow, but I shall be parading the colors of my (albeit the word FUTURE,) school. The love for BLUE! Ha, we share it all, don't we? Note, it's the school, not the people, so don't go off getting any ideas. So Bee muz go to ZE bed. (Hear, Fleur?) Tuh-tuh.

One last thing! Those who want to be part of the Prom Documentation Committee, contact ME or KAYE V! Approach us tomorrow or what nots. Must change lay-out, eh?