normal

if normal were ....

... showing up at my office to eat lunch at the cafeteria with me;
... surprise hot fudge sundae from mcdonald's;
... eating fishballs in UP;
... waiting for locgov class to finish;
... having awful sisig and awful nachos while gazing at the lights; and
... amazing conversations about boy bands and movie theories,

i'd take normal over extra-duper special any given time.

* * *

four out of the six season 1 dvds + no work and no law school friday + absolute poverty until the next payday = csi marathon the moment i get home tonight.

kit, you better not hide that laptop. i know it's yours and sadly, you're claiming it from me once more (after i had gotten used to its speed and humongous screen) but i have got to watch the dvds tonight. please?

* * *

saturday classes + 2 saturdays without tax + a class full of people who hardly study tax = six hours of tax this weekend.

i've got three hours this saturday and another three on sunday afternoon.

what a way to spend the long weekend, huh?

not only that, tax midterms on the 30th.

* * *

one month without puboff = make-up class the morning of your best friend's wedding.

how screwy is that?

to top it off, i can't cut class cause that'll be the day that she either gives out the take-home midterm exam OR will be the deadline of the midterm exam.

* * *

one month of slacking off thesis work + three lectures on legal foundations + a major checking backlog = bb breathing down my back for a thesis update.

yeah, yeah. five p.m.

as if.

but since i want to go to baguio ...

ok. five p.m. it is.

goodbye medjur. i know i've missed hearing about dead people and mummfication and putrefaction for the last three weeks but baguio takes precedence over two hours worth of non-stop powerpoint presentations in white and blue.

monday afternoon it is. make use of the long weekend, she told me. i still don't know if i'm going to cut medjur though. i am bored and tired and headache-y.

* * *

happyclam's GOT to post poetry on his page.

i'd like to think i inspired the poet in him.

i'd love to post a link except that he has still got to remove his name from the template.

* * *

i promise to study, write, and quit eating junkfood, cake, and ice cream.

i promise not to be difficult.

i promise to answer my mom's email.

i promise to finally clean my room.

i promise to dust my mom's elephants (don't even ask).

i promise to be a nicer sister to my brother.

i'd promise anything right now.

i just want to finally get that thesis out of the way. help.