Anything goes.

I've been thinking desperately of something to write about. Somehow I just want to replace my latest post with something with a little more sense; or at least something not as emo. But, man, I've been a bum since I took my final exam in Math. I remember Berne asking me, "Eh 'di nasa school pala buhay mo?" Well, he's pretty right. I've never really liked vacations. Or sembreaks. I only enjoy the first few weeks. I hate sleeping too. It's boring eh. Haha. I dunno. I just hate being out of my system. Waking up at 11:30 in the morning is not as good as it seems, believe me.

I've been thinking how things can become so dull. I've been thinking how I enjoy talking with people I know I can only converse with for a couple of minutes; and how easily I've lost that fun I used to have because I've been talking with these people for so long already that at one point I just ran out of something to say other than "ohh." I've been thinking how I want people to know what I think they should and how absurd the idea that I know what people should be told is. I've been thinking how I cannot dare tell people this and that because I don't know if what's big deal for me is as big for them.

You know, I started this post thinking I won't talk about people and drama anymore. It's funny how I start something that ends up differently from what I have in mind.

My life these past days has been revolving around JT and pizza and 9pm flicks on HBO. If it wasn't because of the Glorietta bombing, I'd probably be in every mall I could go to. Argh. I miss school. No, really. I miss having something to do and being excited about using the computer during fridays. (I used to avoid the computer when there's school. Please try to believe I did.) I miss having just five hours of sleep. I just miss thinking about things I think have sense and are worthy to be thought of. Haha.

I'm looking forward to the shirt Mons, Tipps and I are going to have made. Wooshoo.