Good Morning.

9:15 am
On a regular thursday morning.


Class starts at 7. I woke up at 8.30. All that despite the new old-school (red and pretty :D) alarm clock I place on my desk for inconvenient access, and the usual mobile phone alarm. Yadayada.

I can't keep this up.

But I'm blogging right now. Wtf?

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In being late, you have the liberty to dry your hair so it ends up being pretty and lugay worthy, apply the infamous no-makeup makeup properly (which actually just takes 5 mins to execute), eat breakfast, stretch stretch stretch, fix your bed, and bring the proper amount of school stuff.


Stretcy stretchy stretchy. My body's aching. Maybe the fact that I lug around stuff half my body weight contributed to that.


Fuck. My english is so weird this morning. Lit overload!


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Tidbits from yesterday:
Conchita
Arguellas
Pedro Illustrado
Poetic *insert any word here. ANY*
LaSalle Girl
Ang boyfriend kong di ko mahal.
Ang ma-sendan si orange bag ng sarili niang picture na (fucking) edited.
Pride or unpride


I had dinner alone at 1am in the morning. The sad verity is I'm getting used to it.

I really need to bring my own house keys, since I go home a little too late everyday. Not completely my fault.


9:28... I'm all dressed up. Kinda. Anyhows, KILOS!


P.s. LP later. Ugh. I hate LP. I will be hating LP until I get my painting right.