so far, none of my plans for this sem has pushed through. i love how i never get things done right, if i get them done at all. nagseself-pity nako niyan.
ay pakshet i can't believe i almost forgot to completely tear our yearbook apart in my blog. julie, what a shame. see, i'm losing my, what do you call it, meanness? yeah i'm declaring that a word from now on. i can't seem to say anything cleverly evil anymore. aww.
until the yearbook came out. what a *toooooooting**toooooting* heap of *tooooot*. two years? two frickin' years? it took them two years to create a pile of... would've only taken me around ten minutes. what really, really got to me, was the 3-page events section. wow. so that about raps up the four supposedly absofuckinglutely fun fun fun years of our lives? dayum, we're lotsafun aren't we?
wow. something's up with me, really. i actually feel guilty about the things i just wrote. pam quizon! if you're reading this. i love you. you made me realize (with your palanca) how badly i need to, uhm, bitch myself up again.
