The [Unexpected] Fun in Funeral
[mood| 
a little calmer]
[music| Tubthumping - Chumbawamba]
~but I get up again~
because, I suppose, I have to.
I'm claiming my Nyarlie at Greenbelt tomorrow. I've decided it's time. Nevermind the gaping hole it leaves my bank account, the daily college grind continues to turn that much more intolerable in its prolonged absence. I'll need my music for the funeral procession towards acdemic doom.
Speaking of intolerable. Today, I have much hate for anyone who has it easier than me. Most notably for this guy on the other bed who sleeps all day, air conditioner at full blast, with no regard for my two-fifths of the electricity bill. I bleed myself for this money. Figuratively, of course, but a hemorrhage is a hemorrhage.
I also have to reiterate that I'm dying here; have been for the entirety of the semester (I kidja not). Yet it's only these past couple of weeks that I realize the futility of keeping all grades to an acceptable passing standard. I'm saying it plainly now: I'm failing every single one of my 8 classes.
Plus, I keep encountering dry spells of the necessary juices for writing scripts
and I feel our thesis has gone to shit, even if in reality it has not.
But whatever. Ika nga, na und?
(English, Tagalog, Deutsch - san ka pa?)
But there's a point to this post, a redeeming factor that offsets the grating whining of the first four 'graphs.
My mood just lit up like a dancing red light saber when I read this.
The extras that lie waiting in Supernatural: The Complete Season 3 (DVD) include
"the five-minute featurette on Dean's beloved Impala."
Natürlich, thissizit! Putanginang panalo 'to!
even if the cover art looks lifted from dime store trash romance novels.
There's that and I found the song that goes
~Oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy...
I get knocked down
but I get up again
You're never goinna Keep me down~
Now how ghey is that? A nostalgic kind of gehey. Hahahaha.
a little calmer]
[music| Tubthumping - Chumbawamba]
~but I get up again~
because, I suppose, I have to.
I'm claiming my Nyarlie at Greenbelt tomorrow. I've decided it's time. Nevermind the gaping hole it leaves my bank account, the daily college grind continues to turn that much more intolerable in its prolonged absence. I'll need my music for the funeral procession towards acdemic doom.
Speaking of intolerable. Today, I have much hate for anyone who has it easier than me. Most notably for this guy on the other bed who sleeps all day, air conditioner at full blast, with no regard for my two-fifths of the electricity bill. I bleed myself for this money. Figuratively, of course, but a hemorrhage is a hemorrhage.
I also have to reiterate that I'm dying here; have been for the entirety of the semester (I kidja not). Yet it's only these past couple of weeks that I realize the futility of keeping all grades to an acceptable passing standard. I'm saying it plainly now: I'm failing every single one of my 8 classes.
Plus, I keep encountering dry spells of the necessary juices for writing scripts
and I feel our thesis has gone to shit, even if in reality it has not.
But whatever. Ika nga, na und?
(English, Tagalog, Deutsch - san ka pa?)
But there's a point to this post, a redeeming factor that offsets the grating whining of the first four 'graphs.
My mood just lit up like a dancing red light saber when I read this.
The extras that lie waiting in Supernatural: The Complete Season 3 (DVD) include
"the five-minute featurette on Dean's beloved Impala."
Natürlich, thissizit! Putanginang panalo 'to!
even if the cover art looks lifted from dime store trash romance novels.
There's that and I found the song that goes
~Oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy...
I get knocked down
but I get up again
You're never goinna Keep me down~
Now how ghey is that? A nostalgic kind of gehey. Hahahaha.