the kangaroo communique --> back-up style!

Twin sister put it quite well, actually. It's that time of the year again, where the weather's balmy and you're expecting storms but none of them come through the sky. Physically speaking, nothing is wrong. Technically speaking, nothing is wrong. But things just move so slowly and you get irritated a little easier each time and all of a sudden class just doesn't grab you and not even the realization that you can't afford to keep cutting like this will save your ass.

It will pass, though. It always does, no matter how badly it gets. Hence, no reason to throw one's self off the cliff, unless you worship stupidity. If you worship stupidity, that's when things start to look a little sad for you. o_o

Anyhow. People have been getting themselves in trouble lately. I define trouble loosely. The only thing I ask for is that all of you have to promise me that you'll take care of yourselves, and never forget to reel me in whenever I cast out too far. I've got a habit for overshooting.

For issues on the other side of the fence:

Chapter 4 is mocking me.

All happy freeloaders and leechers, click here.

There are too many freshmen in Ateneo. And that's an understatement.

Liss. Eat.

If I don't say hi to you, don't think you can sidle up behind me, clap me on the shoulder and go "HI!" in my ear in order to elicit a response that will stroke your needy ego. I will not appreciate it, and I will be tempted to douse myself in alcohol to get clean. Yes, J-Boy. I'm talking about you. The size of the L branded on your forehead is growing.

Claudia Poon is still a bitch.

Rallies are only good if they're not half-assed. I do not call a 30,000-man gathering a rally. I call that a street party that does nothing but cause traffic on all ends and still forces us students to go to school. As for why Ateneans don't rally, I don't think we're in any position to waste the insane amount of tuition our parents pay for us to stay in school on walking out to starve on the streets under the blaring heat for a day and listen to blaring chants and politicians try to bribe you off.

Jocks who aren't even in their universities shouldn't keep harping about the basketball game, because that's all it is. A game. No, I'm not bitter. I'm just amazed at how some of us can afford to worship stupidity. I'm also sick and tired of reading a certain someone's status messages.

Random songs are cool.

Did I mention that Chapter 4 is mocking me?

And again.

Talk to me, people. I'm here for a reason.

...Oh hey. That all came out quite clearly, didn't it? @_@


EDIT: If you've read this, comment along with any additional things you might want to add. As I said. Talk to me.

Nyergh. Fell down twice during strange PE drills. I've scraped my elbow and my knee, and my cheek and hip feel bruised.

So much for a Fitness Walking class. I suppose I should be happy about having an excuse to not do anything during Thursday. Maybe I'll sniffle a little and look pained to the coach. He might let me off easy.

Creative epiphany after creative epiphany, and I can't write a thing until after this semester's over. And THEN I have to convince my mom that I really can't handle summer class. I want a furging break.

...Then again. Taking summer means getting an allowance.

Decisions, decisions.

Turned my PC on this morning and it was working fine. Now that I come home, I find it dead. ._. So much for that.

I'm not too worried about my files - practically everything has been backed up, down to the latest chapter of Endtimes (which is with the co-writer now), so I doubt that I'm going to lose much. Still, nothing can change the fact that there are few other things in the world that are more annoying than losing your computer.

Thing is, I don't even know what happened to it. o_o

*inadvertently glances at her lazy older brother watching Totally Spies with a stupid grin on his face through the screen door*

Now another problem I have with using a new PC is the fact that it's located outside of my room. >_>

Today wasn't entirely productive. Woke up at 6:00 AM and ended up going out with Peter to school. Bugged the boys a bit before heading off to sit in Sir Vince's English class for old time's sake. I suddenly understood why Sammi complains so much about her class. There are no brain cells rubbing together there. .___.

Skipped SA in favor of watching the co-writer and Ponci go at it in VS. Bored myself to death in PE 101, where Liss sat in for the lack of anything better to do. Theology was Theology, Western Lit was Western Lit.

And now my PC's dead.

T____T

May tomorrow bring better things.

Things have been somewhat insane this week, with much thanks to Samurai Champloo (lovechild of Feranen and Hikaru + lovechild of Yasamu and Alistair = F.U.N.) and the sudden increase of my workload in college. Thankfully, I've put two of the three tests I'll be having behind me already. o_o;;

Editing this is just crawling along; you can blame prissiness on my end and on Khursten's end. For one, we've both decide to scrap all 11 pages of the Chapter 20 I finished last night and re-write it almost completely. =__= The things I do for my story, I tell you. Good thing I've got Chuck Pallaniuk works to keep me chugging along the course... without him (and Neil Gaiman, and Terry Pratchet...), I have no idea what I'd do.

Been hearing shit about the usual person from teh Rotchness. Immaturity this days, I tell you... you'd think that somebody that old would have a little more sense.

It's her despidida on Friday. T__T I have to be there. This will be the last time for a long while, I believe.

Ever get the feeling that everything's moving somehow and you're not going anywhere at all even though you're putting one foot in front of the other just like the rest? It's strange, I tell you. Strange.