March is definitely the peak month for a lot of things, things I will not further mention because they get so incessantly irritating at times. But this is weird, because March is also becoming such a peak month for friendships that are..well..coming to an end. I don't really know if it's just applicable to graduating students and the like, but I'm seeing a lot (and by a lot, I mean A FREAKIN LOT) of people starting a feud with their friends, if not their besterestest friends.
I am such a cool trend-setter. I so knew it.
Anyways, I don't really know why the hell I'm hyped up now. It's surely not caused by the helluva tedious graduation practice we've been having for the past two weeks. On the contrary, it worsened not only my lethargy but my languidness as well. Hell yeah, doing nothing but exercising our vocal chords is much worse than doing nothing at all. I'd rather lie down on the floor and fart all day. At least that would be pleasurable to my ass's part, unlike sitting on it all day long. I think it lost 10 pounds with all that singing we've been doing.
It's technically my last day ever in high school tomorrow, and I'm throughly excited to finally exit the grounds 'n corners of the damn educational institution that religious advocacy built. I badly want to write an article about graduation, but let's save it for Friday or some day that's closer to the Faithful day, for more dramatic effect. Anyways, yeah. I'm finally graduating, huh? Woo-fucking-hoo, alright. I still can't believe four years went by so quick and, well, discreet. A while ago, as we were waiting for our turn to stand up and go to the stage, I was trying to reminisce those memories my current school took part in. And as cliched as it may sound (or maybe not), I really really can't, for the love of God, remember anything relatively good.
Alright, you got me. I was (and still) trying to make myself cry by forcing the thought of our graduation to sink itself into my hypothalamus, background music c/o Vitamin C's incessant graduation hit (and who the hell would've even guess what the title is), 'Graduation (Friends Forever). The reason behind this is that I'm still nailed to my graduation apathy that's been around since..oh I don't know...forever? Christ, we've been practicing for two traumatizing weeks already and everytime someone would remind me that graduation's on the fifteenth, my right eyebrow would passively raise and my mouth would utter a syllable that can pretty much give justice to my dreadfully stolid behavior.
So?
Well, I have less than a week to treasure that hellhole anyway. That's um..enough.
I think.
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I have five drafted posts, all of which are halted in 2007 alone. They comprise about 2.4% of all of my entries, which is somewhat a large figure for me, considering that I treat this blog like that of a common thesis. The percentage of my drafted posts is merely the margin of error of this blog, as far as the frequency of posting is concerned. If you want to know the margin of error of the content, well I guess you just have to read it from scratch. (Hint: It's somewhere beween a hundred percent, and a hundred percent. I guess that perfectly narrows down the other possibilities.)
So, as it is evident that I'm seriously up to nothing good with anything right now, I'm posting the short drafts of blog entries that were stored and ignored like the society of this country last year.
Title: Infelicitous?
Date: September 13, 2007
I've never seen two unfortunate events happen consecutively. And awkwardly, for that matter.
Yesterday didn't seem so unlucky, if you'll view it of how the day itself started. Mom gave me 5oo bucks for my allowance, which is arguably lucky. I was able to understand the Natural Logarithmic Functions lesson in Advanced Algebra with ease, which is awfully propitious. And finally, I nailed Physics for the second time in this month, which is absolutely auspicious, relevant to the fucking low grade I got for the previous quarter.
And then, there was this thing called GIFT.
As always, we swan restlessly. Although 600m worth of quasi-killing myself with different strokes may sound like chicken buck-ba-bucking to you, it was, indeed, a very tedious job for me. God, those swimming coaches would go to hell for sure. Good thing I was in the mood for everything yesterday because I happen to nail stuffs I wasn't even supposed to enjoy in the first place. If I weren't, I could've vomited blood right there and then.
And for our last 100m, we were given the chance to swim whatever stroke we want to.
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Title: Futile Attempt
Date: October 23, 2007
I can't believe I just wrote a 1000-word shiznit for..... her. It's either I'm too inspired, or too fat. I'll take the latter, thank you.
If you're one of my contacts in Multiply, you can check out what I wrote, and witness the real mediocre deal. It's here. And I'm sorry but I can't just let everybody read it, unlike pornography. And besides it's not much of a good shit anyway. You can actually sense the mild-religiousness while reading it. Whatever.
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Howkay, so what's up?
(And here I am, pretending that I am not in the process of writing a 1200-word essay for that Manila Times essay-writing contest. Well, screw me. Now.)
I skipped school today, primarily because my head is killing me, and there's not much to do in school anyway. Today's that day they would usually sacrifice for the practices and trainings and whatever preparations everybody has to do before the sportsfest (make that MY last), which is tomorrow.
I'm not really feeling all...jiggly-hobbley, like I used to feel last year. And UH, it's not because if the apathy issue again, but this doubt I have that we will not win as champions.
And I'm not going to expound this highly-arguable topic any further.
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Title: Skipped
Date: November 2, 2007
Oh yesiree I did. I did not post yesterday just so people would think that the bored0m stick is not burdening my asshole, or whatever. But to nobody's surprise, I practically did nothing yesterday. Sure, it was All Saint's day yesterday, and all of you have probably visited your dead love ones in some cemetery or wherever.
How about me, you may ask?
Well, I slacked off, as usual. We don't have any dead relative in any of the countless cemeteries here in the metro. All of them dead-asses are either in Dagupan City in Pangasinan, or in Bulacan. Of course, being the lazy slob tha I am, I did not join grandma and grandpa to their Halloween Escapade yesterday. Much as I would like to be scrutinized by my older cousins who have nothing to blab about aside from the fact they will be graduating next year with their magna cum laude-d diplomas, I cannot take the burden of commuting to a place that is 170 kilometers from my home.
Grandpa used to drive that blue Nissan pick-up when we have to go there for our yearly visit for our dead relatives I hardly even knew. I was so pissed off when grandpa told me that they'll be commuting this year. I asked my mom why the hell would he prefer to commute, when he can drive our car, or whatever car he wants (they have a couple of cars). Mom then told me that grandpa's getting old, and can't really drive that far anymore. I've never felt so flustered in my whole 16 years of existence.
God. Sometimes being awfully arrogant and selfish sucks. Even in a hermetical way, it would make you realize how bad you really are.
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Title: (no title)
Date: November 11, 2007
I've been very bored lately(and now). Not that anyone cares, of course. All I'm saying is that this is exceptionally wrong, in the sense that I shouldn't be feeling so. I have yet again two chapters of our thesis to revise, a long quiz for my elective tomorrow to study for, and (still) a life to end. With that long list of things to do, how the hell can I even be bored? I don't even have the right to relax my ass off, and here I am, slacking off in our computer table.
I'm actually thinking of skipping school again tomorrow. Ugh. People will ask what your average is, then if you're an academic awardee, then ask your grade in this subject, blah blah blah. I don't want people reminding me about my grades by asking me how high or how low they are. Although I am quasi-guilty of doing the same thing to my classmates, I don't want them asking questions about something I'm very disappointed of. Things can get really cranky if they would.
It's a good thing that my report card's still missing. No one would be able to scrutinize it. Good. Good. Good.
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Remember that 12-year old kid who committed suicide because of their family's superlative poverty?
I actually envy her, because she has a valid and dramatic reason to actually kill herself, compared to myself who wants to commit suicide so badly just to see what afterlife looks like. It's not my fault I'm not into stereotypical imageries about heaven or hell as our portals after we die. I mean, if you look at it, nobody had even confirmed their existence. Why bother to believe, right?
God, I hate my rational alter ego.
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Look, I know surveys are Friendster/Multiply material. But damn. A school week has already passed by and I'm still unbelievable bored out of my wits. Maybe answering this would help. Or not. Or whatever.
I got this from Cyberpunk.
GET TO KNOW ME BETTER meme (Part I)
Q1. What were you doing 10 years ago?
Pragmatically playing with my other kindergarten friends, and/or wondering why my classmate back then died just because of his frequent visits to the school clinic. Because of that, I've probably developed a stupid phobia for clinics.
Q2. What were you doing 1 year ago?
Enjoying the mathematical wonders of geometry and trigonometry, possibly loathing chemistry and my GIFT class back then.
Q3. What are 5 snacks you enjoy?
Kopi Bun, Cheese ice cream, alcoholic drinks, Coke, and anything sweet, actually
Q4. What are 5 songs you know the lyrics to?
Eyes Watering - TRJA, MakeDamnSure -TBS, Hero Heroine - Boys Like Girls, Bartender(Har-dee-har) - T-Pain ft. Akon, Crank Dat - Soulja Boy. Forgive me. I'm into hip hop and R&B these days.
Q5. 5 things you would do if you were a Millionaire?
I'll probably buy a country. And a Maserati.
Q6. 5 Bad habits?
1. Having this great desire to smoke.
2. Having this great desire to smoke weed.
3. Thinking that everything is a competition
4. Smelling something stinky all over and over again
5. Drinking Coke
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Title: Proven
Date: November 17, 2007
Now I know I'm REALLY out of endorphin. God, I think I'm also out of dopamine and norepinephrine. Well, I'm not finding any of what I've mentioned above weird, but it just so happens that I have watched an excessively sappy movie yesterday that did not even infatuate me, even for a bit.
Sometimes I wonder if not being able to stimulate adrenalin(I hardly produce anyway) is the culprit behind the refusal of my systems to be infatuated. Awfully in more ways than one, I think. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm tad too tired and stressed to feel that lovin' feelin' again.
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