February 18, 2011 was my last official day of classes in college.  So, last class.  3rd floor, Bellarmine Hall.  8:30 am.  I wish I could be more sentimental about it.  It was TH 151 with Dr. Rosana, and it consisted of a group presentation and this speech-like thing she gave in the end, about becoming worthy human beings and our Jesuit heritage of ( Read more... )

I think half the problem I have with having this journal is the ideal of regularity and chronology I have in my head. What this only means is that since my writing can't catch up with the events, I'd rather not write if it won't be a suitable recap of life and everything else around it. This makes me both an egotistical self-centered writer and a ( Read more... )

At one point last night, I thought I should just give up.

See, see, we have Secret Santa thing going on in my block; it lasts for three weeks, and on the first week we give cards, on the next we give food, and on the revelation slash Christmas Party we give our gifts.

(The guy next to me is humming, and when he types it looks like his playing the ( Read more... )

Yes.  That day I was talking about last time apparently has a transcendent rain-cloud effect, and so five days later and all others between, I am still filled with negative energy .  Negatiiiiiiiiiiive.  PMS doesn't come close.

And, I cried in public today. Cried in public.  Cried in public.  Cried in public.

I do not do that.

Except if it's about ( Read more... )

Okay.  I just have to get this out of my blasted system.

Am annoyed.  I am annoyed for a lot of invalid, petty reasons.  I am annoyed that the maids are complaining because I stay up so late doing my schoolwork, and they can’t sleep.  I am annoyed that I am doing so much schoolwork that I can’t sleep.  I am annoyed that there’s gonna be a long day ( Read more... )