School's amost almost
Yes almost.
I got out of FC soaking wet. I had submitted my English homework, one that I worked on under pressure (given more time I would have used up 3 bluebooks), and was waiting for the rain to stop (for me), and it didn't. Instead I ran to Katag or whatever the catering goddess Gloria has deemed the small cafeteria, and tried to gorge on a P5 discounted cheap puttanesca. I threw away most of it, dang, it was boring. The whole cafeteria was boring. There was this girl who kept looking at me and I wanted to stuff her mouth with puttanesca. It was boring, I tell you, so I bit my lip and I ran outside. I walked through the rain (thank god I didn't bring the ipod) and I slipped in the ankle high flood water in front of the little huts outside. It was wonderful.
Driving home, there were these girls running in the rain, oblivious to the fact that their insides are probably showing and pervs are having the time of their life watching them. I could have joined them, you know, except that my car windows won't close all the way and my steering wheel hates it when it gets wet. I could have ran over them, but then, why should I? I was high and sick and I could have been anything at that moment except, well, sane.
It stopped raining though.
I got out of FC soaking wet. I had submitted my English homework, one that I worked on under pressure (given more time I would have used up 3 bluebooks), and was waiting for the rain to stop (for me), and it didn't. Instead I ran to Katag or whatever the catering goddess Gloria has deemed the small cafeteria, and tried to gorge on a P5 discounted cheap puttanesca. I threw away most of it, dang, it was boring. The whole cafeteria was boring. There was this girl who kept looking at me and I wanted to stuff her mouth with puttanesca. It was boring, I tell you, so I bit my lip and I ran outside. I walked through the rain (thank god I didn't bring the ipod) and I slipped in the ankle high flood water in front of the little huts outside. It was wonderful.
Driving home, there were these girls running in the rain, oblivious to the fact that their insides are probably showing and pervs are having the time of their life watching them. I could have joined them, you know, except that my car windows won't close all the way and my steering wheel hates it when it gets wet. I could have ran over them, but then, why should I? I was high and sick and I could have been anything at that moment except, well, sane.
It stopped raining though.