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First revelation of the day: it's funny how when people right blindingly optimistic essays they're not one-sided, but when you put in a little cynicism into your own discourse it's suddenly judgemental? The world is full of happy people, and most of them apparently have a need for someone to smash those rose-colored glasses on the conrete.
I shouldn't be complaining though. The fact is, since they DID read the essay in class, it's probably nothing less than a B or B+.
Wasted away at the office for a few hours as I was shooed out of the house too early due to some serious schedule mix-ups that made me wish one of my drivers would use his mouth more often and talk instead of grunting and making obscure hand gestures when communicating. The workout I had with my Dad cheered me up though (strange, doncha think?), and after eating a good dinner, attending a boring mass with my brother Paolo mumbling under his breath beside me and taking a good, long shower, everything is a-ok.
No deadlines in sight just yet (there IS the reflection paper in English 12, but I'll get cranking on that come Monday), but there IS the Fun Run to contend with early tomorrow morning. And I mean EARLY. With that in mind, I should try rereading Endtimes in the hopes of piecing Chapter 44 together with the few remaining hours of wake time that I have. It's at 9 pages, and it's not moving. I hate it when a chapter is full of battle sequences. -_-
Khursten, Tessa, Rotch. As of tonight, you are all officially mean. T_T
One last note. It's interesting how the annoying ones are always the noisy people on MLs and the good ones are too quiet.
I shouldn't be complaining though. The fact is, since they DID read the essay in class, it's probably nothing less than a B or B+.
Wasted away at the office for a few hours as I was shooed out of the house too early due to some serious schedule mix-ups that made me wish one of my drivers would use his mouth more often and talk instead of grunting and making obscure hand gestures when communicating. The workout I had with my Dad cheered me up though (strange, doncha think?), and after eating a good dinner, attending a boring mass with my brother Paolo mumbling under his breath beside me and taking a good, long shower, everything is a-ok.
No deadlines in sight just yet (there IS the reflection paper in English 12, but I'll get cranking on that come Monday), but there IS the Fun Run to contend with early tomorrow morning. And I mean EARLY. With that in mind, I should try rereading Endtimes in the hopes of piecing Chapter 44 together with the few remaining hours of wake time that I have. It's at 9 pages, and it's not moving. I hate it when a chapter is full of battle sequences. -_-
Khursten, Tessa, Rotch. As of tonight, you are all officially mean. T_T
One last note. It's interesting how the annoying ones are always the noisy people on MLs and the good ones are too quiet.