In this labyrinth, where night is blind.
1. Seniors "rebelled" in red today. Hindi na ako hihirit. XD Almost expected them to have some sort of sanduguan with the sophomores.
But enough of that.
2. Freshmen have their panagpuan in Pasay tomorrow, with PWD's. I refer to them separate from me because, alas, I was not allowed. Intelligence reports claim that tomorrow's rally [ which cites Pasay as one of their major stops ] will get really dirty, but my mom couldn't say that in her letter to Miss Zen, because it was "libelous", supposedly. More time to work on my group's Powerpoint for Soc. Sci. It's spiffy, so far, even if I do say so myself.
3. For the past month, it's been really awkward seeing my dad. If I see my dad, and my hair is up in a ponytail [ a style I am beginning to grow fond of ], I immediately rush to get my headphones.
My headphones look something like that, except in black. They're the kind that go under your head, with the little speaker thingies completely covering your ears. I used to hate them, but now I'm thankful for them. My ears are pierced, you see, and my dad doesn't want my ears pierced. So, for the duration of the period my ears take to heal completely, if I see my dad while my hair is tied up, I wear that over my ears. Doesn't really notice, though. Wheee. Labo.
4. Two taxicabs leave a station at the same time and travel in opposite directions. One travels 15 kph faster than the other. After 6 hours, they are 870 km apart. What is their average rate?
5. For English, we have to group in group of 3 to 5 and interview someone who works in the field we want to work in when we are older. Unfortunately, I have a hard time finding a group to leech from join, because apparently, no one wants to grow up to become a classical singer / musical theatre actress / rock star / homosexual man. Bah!
6. I can't believe I'm using the sembreak to catch up on school thingies.
7. Neil. <3
8. My throat hurts. Must recuperate and watch "[ The ] Corpse Bride".
9. Tanan-ta-nan-ta-nan.
So, ladies and gents, my life as a freshman is the epitome of the square root of negative one: absolutely nonexistent, and scientifically proven to be so.