i hate this feeling. dread. i'm dreading the load ahead. ok, actually it's right here, right fucking in front of me. the pile of research papers waiting to be read is staring back at me. it's just there, sitting idly on my desk, and i'm just here, sitting idly on my chair (well not really, i'm typing this). sheeeet. ayoko. make it stop! make it stop! (or make me start, make me start). anyway, i'll start in 30 minutes.
i just created an lj (i feel so cool calling it lj) account. i might choose that over blogger if it feels right. and right now, it doesn't. ang bagal. hasel. hindi ko pa ma-figure out yung body part (part that contains the body of the entry). ok, apparently, it isn't fully loaded yet.
we had our first GA as execom this afternoon. this was for the turnover. the prom theme won, yehey. i can't wait to organize everything (as a matter of fact, i'm not waiting. i didn't even wait for the org to decide on the theme, i just started my research out of boredom and obsession).
this is so weird. i'm actually simultaneously writing an entry on my lj too. i am very odd. and very much in denial of what i have to do. i'll finish this off and go to my lj (did you notice the number of times i said lj in this entry? it's ridiculous). lj.