retrospect, disjointed thoughts.
Even though a LOT has happened since my last entry, I never did find the drive and the time simultaneously in order to update, and at this point I don't really want to write out something to fill everyone in. Nothing can be that interesting anyway. o_o
The Rush has finally passed, now that all my relatives have flown back to their respective corners of the globe. Little brother says to expect slow days and boring nights. As much I love them, I'm just happy that I'll finally have quiet nights to myself. Blame that and school for sucking me dry and leaving nothing for the stories.
At least Chapter 6 is finished.
Western Literature II class just gets more and more interesting as the last semester of my sophomore year draws to a close. My group (Migoy, Rej and Michi) decided to take up Lullaby, by my suggestion. Chuck Pallahniuk is now my favorite contemporary writer, right there alongside Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. 169 pages under my belt for that book, and I only got it this morning after an oddly refreshing P.E. session with Mister Clean and miles to walk around the Ateneo campus on the pretense of sound mind and sound body for the Greater Glory of God.
You'll have to excuse me. Dizziness and two doughnuts + "Rush"-sized hot chocolate makes for a strange little girl.
Homework forecast for this week reports all deadlines for Monday. I have 91 pages left for Lullaby, a Fantastic Four "starter" to create for a recent customer, Chapter 7 holding a bottle of ammonia to my fainted Muse and several anime episodes garnering for my attention.
Psychology class brought up the subject of whether we felt that studying and doing work for subjects was good to go over slacking off and getting moderate to low ones. Let's apply that now, shall we?
By the way. The usuals at Hobby Haven jokingly call me "The Hustler" for all the Versus shit I've got for sale. Anybody interested in verifying the new nickname for me? I promise to make it good.
The Rush has finally passed, now that all my relatives have flown back to their respective corners of the globe. Little brother says to expect slow days and boring nights. As much I love them, I'm just happy that I'll finally have quiet nights to myself. Blame that and school for sucking me dry and leaving nothing for the stories.
At least Chapter 6 is finished.
Western Literature II class just gets more and more interesting as the last semester of my sophomore year draws to a close. My group (Migoy, Rej and Michi) decided to take up Lullaby, by my suggestion. Chuck Pallahniuk is now my favorite contemporary writer, right there alongside Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. 169 pages under my belt for that book, and I only got it this morning after an oddly refreshing P.E. session with Mister Clean and miles to walk around the Ateneo campus on the pretense of sound mind and sound body for the Greater Glory of God.
You'll have to excuse me. Dizziness and two doughnuts + "Rush"-sized hot chocolate makes for a strange little girl.
Homework forecast for this week reports all deadlines for Monday. I have 91 pages left for Lullaby, a Fantastic Four "starter" to create for a recent customer, Chapter 7 holding a bottle of ammonia to my fainted Muse and several anime episodes garnering for my attention.
Psychology class brought up the subject of whether we felt that studying and doing work for subjects was good to go over slacking off and getting moderate to low ones. Let's apply that now, shall we?
By the way. The usuals at Hobby Haven jokingly call me "The Hustler" for all the Versus shit I've got for sale. Anybody interested in verifying the new nickname for me? I promise to make it good.