izkariote: (rantage.)
( Jan. 5th, 2005 09:10 pm)
Woke up at 7:30. Couldn't fit into the nice blouse that an aunt gave me even though I fit into it well enough on New Year's Eve. Struggled with it for an hour.

Went downstairs. Waited for Mom. Left house late. Came to school too late for Sci10.

Fought a rule-nitpicker/rich brat/general asshole in Versus with a Teen Titan's build while everyone else was gone. Want to murder him now. Will use LoA next time and fucking stuff Tower of Babel up his ass.

Lined up for an hour with Migoy to pay tuition. Waited until Kingdom Come. Glomps to Liss for paying for it for us when we had to go to Western Lit.

Picked up by Mom thirty minutes late. Dragged to Shangri-la. Lingered for two hours while she ran errands. Went to the office to wait for father, brother and other driver since ours had to go home. Ended up waiting an extra thirty minutes.

Encountered traffic. Got home. Showered. Turned on PC only to find out that the goddamned thing crashed on me. Says the boot-up failed or some other technological shit excuse like that.

I have a paper to write for Psych, a satire to do for Western Lit, a book to read by Goethe, and group reports in Foreigner's Filipino and Sci10.

Yes. I'm done crying now.
izkariote: (onoz.)
( Oct. 3rd, 2004 09:58 am)
after days of radio silence, this is all i have to say. )

Well, enough fire and brimstone from that end. ^_^

Other than the dramatic presentation for Western Lit, the finals for PE 101 and the oral exam for Theology, this next week is looking surprisingly clear. I don't know why I'm not extremely worried about finals. I mean, theoretically I SHOULD be studying for something, right? o_o;;

Perhaps we can blame it on the Crisostomo Factor. He makes you want to lock yourself in your room and await the coming of the Kingdom of God.
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.
izkariote: (T__T)
( Jul. 30th, 2004 09:07 pm)


Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku.
What Poetry Form Are You?


Funky. :D

. . . . . . . .

I lost my pencilcase.

T_T
izkariote: (drifting.)
( Jun. 30th, 2004 05:10 pm)
Good company set aside before "And Then" settled in, today was a complete waste of time.

Hello, typhoon.

Mine is the heart of glass.
izkariote: (cheer up emo thing.)
( Jun. 14th, 2004 05:53 pm)
Company and fresh faces set aside, first day was peachy keen. Note the sarcasm bleeding all over your computer screen and my keyboard. =_=

Still have to load rev and get rid of some units and all. Tomorrow may or may not be devoted to that exercise, depending on the weather. This is the trouble when one has no umbrella on a campus like ADMU.

feeling low, so don't read if you don't want to know. )
izkariote: (sadeness.)
( Mar. 30th, 2004 05:41 am)
The worst kind of nightmare isn't the one about being chased by blind corridors, or running into the living dead in your own home. For one, you wake up from dreams like that in the long run, and though you may rouse with your heart in your throat and a scream in your lungs, there's always the sunlight on your face or the warmth of the new day to remind you that none of it was real.

It's the nightmare that comes upon you slowly that you should fear. Those are about the situations that carry over into your reality, things that can happen or will happen just because time keeps marching forward no matter what the hell you try to do to halt it.

No flock of birds will take flight across the sky at 3:02 PM to save you from time. In the banquet of your perfect day, she will come in.

If she doesn't, the world will.
izkariote: (drifting.)
( Jan. 30th, 2004 04:35 am)
If you're wondering what the heck that word in my subject line means, let me tell ya that I have no idea either... I picked it up from Sonetto, who now has a blog but does not want to tell me the URL just yet. I'm going to set him up on LJ if I can.

Ho-hum. Up before 5:00 AM at the moment and not liking it. Blame it on strange dreams. I feel as though everything's pushing me to get working on Endtimes again even though I have no idea what to do.

*spends a few blank moments watching the little BitTorrent download bar fill out*

It came again yesterday, that seeding depression that I can't work out of my system no matter what I do. It made everything seem dull and empty and surreal. It wasn't a particularly pleasant experience, especially since I was supposed to be enjoying the company of friends at the time that it seized me. I'd blame it on my mother and her over-paranoia (some of you know about that one), but maybe that wouldn't be fair.

Brother Paolo has decided to write a book all of a sudden. He was gushing over it in the car last night. Worst of all, parents were wonderfully supportive. Strange how I've been talking about my stuff to them but they never seem nearly as excited.

Maybe that's why.

Well now. Doesn't take a genius to notice that something's wrong with me.
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