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Thank God

And it hurts. Its like a stab through the heart with a knife made of cruel words. I dont like being upset or frustrated with you. In fact I downright hate it. I loathe this anger that builds up in me everytime that our conversations go down that same road again. I don’t mean to explode, I don’t mean to yell, but it seems you do this on purpose, that you push and you poke and you prod and just wait for me to hit my boiling point and it drives me mad.

And yet I love you so much.

I lack sleep. I lack the rest that is required to keep a body functioning smoothly. The alarms go off invading my dreams as I struggle against the tug of consciousness. Five more minutes I tell myself, just five more. And those five turn into ten. And those ten into twenty, and that twenty into being 2 hours and ten minutes late for class. I walk like one of those b-rated horror movie zombies; desperately craving for rest instead of brains or body parts or whatever it is those zombies want. Two weeks. God help me survive that long. Bah.

I cant believe Im still in school. Well, not in the Im surprised I lasted way, but in the why the hell do we still have classes? way. While everyone is frolicking about laughing and enjoying summer (did I just use the word frolic?) I slave in classes trying to figure out the proper proportions that go into two point perspective, all the while longing for that blissful release the beach will bring me.

Two more weeks. Thats all thats keeping me sane. That slowly decreasing number of Two weeks, or fourteen days, or three hundred and thirty six hours.

Ah fucknuts.

As my eternally shitty luck would have it, my PS2 decided to conk out on me right before summer.
Well there go my months of lounging. (correction, month and a half because of the happy crappy benilde admin)

Well I'm still alive. Glory be.

I've been mucho busy with my schoolwork and right now, I'm procrastinating. Hoooray. :P
Anyway, Now that I've got two weeks till summer, I feel I can finally relax and start updating this weekly like I rpomised myself I would. Besides, this is like my "happydaysIfeellikemakingkwentomyday" journal.

And My old boss reads it too (HI RJ!). Speaking of whom, the station closed a few wekks back leaving me with nothing to do in my free time and an intense burning from lack of gigs. Hell I havent been to a show in forever, so I told Conrad I'd go watch them at Marikina somewhere tommorow. Goodtimes.

Alvins birthday on Saturday..... at McDonalds. And to think the kid is 21 already. Ahahaha.

You know what?
I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. I thought about it, and realized, life has been good to me. Hell I feel like such a little brat about it.
Uber-Souped Up PC
New PS2
New (family) car.
Got my job back
Got my girlfriend back
Actually enjoying school.
Actually getting good grades.
Hell, actually going to class (ok, not this week maybe)

Not bad at all.
Yes I am shallow.

Of course evil pessimist Carlo kicks in and says "Well it can only suck from here on out"

Too which I say a big fat "Pffffffft to that"

In the midst of nicotene withdrawl I stumbled upon two rouge sticks of ye holy winston lights in my travelling vehicle (aka a CAR for you laymen *groan*). I am truly blessed.

My sister is watching American Idol. She turns 13 in two weeks. My father and I have been building a bomb shelter to prepare for this event. Heaven help us.

And I sold my soul to Carla for P2036 bucks. I wont be eating for a month...