and thus this sets the tone of the post. randomness galore.

^^ me and les (oh pardon, les and i) have a new couple obsession: world of warcraft.
puppy pile! (and no, i'm not explaining)
i dominated in dota today. (YES! radiancexmekansm and arcaneringxorchidmalevolence is the shizney)
there's a surprise waiting around the corner. (and someone's somewhere doing something sneaky)
and i'm not broke. (but i will be, soon!)
new story: here. productive aren't we?

baguio is so darn cold. fuzzy sweaters and bonnet wearing cold. i'm typing and i'm wearing a bonnet. i sleep wearing a bonnet, with head buried under blankets.

i want to go to Morg on Feb 29 but it's my mom's birthday! i want to go the beach but it's too damn cold! i want oodles of money but i'm too lazy to make it.

let's have a party! i have a menu and everything! (popsicles, quirky sandwiches, lemon butter tuna pasta and cupcakes!)

Wake up. Pretend it's not morning, since you spent most of last night online/trying to write/doing homework. It's 7 AM. Why the hell do you always wake up at this time of day? Go back to sleep. Alarm rings again. Both of them.

Shit. It's 10AM.

Rush through breakfast. Promise yourself you'll try to go home later to walk your poor dog, who has been stuck in her little room because it's rainy and muddy. Despite doggy vitamins, you're afraid she'll get sick.

Suck down some coffee if you have time. Since you've discovered that most of your writer-angst insomnia is caused by, well, late afternoon coffee sessions with friends, you've limited yourself to a cup a day. Smoke a cigarette. Walk into the shower with the cigarette still lit. Don't forget your watch/wallet/homework/money/flashdisk or cellphone/shoes/contacts/lipgloss/umbrella, all of which are vital to your existence.

Get to class fifteen minutes late. That's okay, it's UP. Dumbfounded, realize that your prof has taped a sign to the door saying: No Class Today. Do Reaction Paper instead. Midterm next week.

WTF?

Talk to classmates, kick the door. You could have just stayed fucking home. Realize that it's your fraternity's anniversary. Turn around to go to your tambayan. Check your planner just in case you forgot anything else today.

Run straight into your "ex". Say the first thing that pops into your head: What the hell are you doing here? (Inside your head you're thinking, why aren't you dead yet? I paid the witch doctor.)

You talk for a while. As usual, he wants you to drink with him. You haven't really seen him in years and he apparantly hasn't realized that years can actually change a person. You walk towards your tambayan and he follows, saying he wants to buy cigarettes. You realize EKT-EDT is not at your usual kiosk and ask where they are.

Gale, people reply. You turn to head there.

So, wanna drink, he says, despite the fact that you already refused him. What were you on when you were going out with this guy?

Sorry, you say, band practice. (Should go to an albularyo next time, that way he stays dead.)

This not prevent you from guzzling down gin-laced juice at the galeria with your brods. Take silly pictures. Joke around with your sisses. Get your stuff to go to your group meet and realize that your groupmates have all left, despite the fact that it was set for 2:30.

WTF.

Decide to go to town. Meet JP at the internet shop you've been hanging out in for the past THREE YEARS. Go to Porta Vaga Mall and decide to secure a studio for your band to practice in at 5, never mind that your bandmates get off work at 5.

Drink a beer with Jp back at the den. Smoke a few cigarettes. The usual people gather around.

Rush to Jethro's sound studio. Ask if you can borrow drumsticks. Tell him Lester's using them. Rent them for P20. Jeth says (he's not wearing his coke bottle frames today), oh don't break them. You'll have to replace them.

Ok.

Back to Porta. The sign on the door going to the studio says: NO HARDCORE.

WTF.

The bass cord doesn't work. There are no guitar straps. The drum set sounds like it has sand inside it. Doesn't matter, Jp and you set to work. Jp does most of the work since you don't really know how to tune a guitar. Make a few calls to Lester and Carlo. Carlo doesn't have a phone so you have to route communication via his girlfriend Tina. Find Carlo at the front desk looking for you.

Go back to the studio. Lester arrives looking pissed and hurried. Go through practice. Get surprised since your band doesn't suck as much as you expected it to. Half hopeful for Friday's gig at UP. Lester breaks one drumstick.

Back to the den. Play DOTA. Get your ass kicked, HARD. (This unfortunately happens a lot). Goodbyes all around, got to get home for curfew.

The taxi takes the longest route ever to the house. P44.50. It's usually P37.00

At home, eat dinner with Les. His day sucked. Yours did, but only up to the part where you met up with JP. Try to make his day less sucky by making him a banana shake.

Watch TV. Les goes home, sleepily. Watch more TV since you're a good girl and you've done your homework for tomorrow. (Or that's what you think, text classmate and hope he/she is still awake). Laugh at Huff with your mom in her room since your cable's on the fritz.

No reply. Your feet are cold. Time for bed, but since you're still an insomniac despite dramatic coffee reduction, go online first.

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Wow. The other day I said my life was boring.

(For those of you who read Neil Gaiman's feed, this is sort of inspired by his PA's account, but of course, my life is not as glamorous. I am not privy to a wonderful author's life and I do not wake Neil Gaiman up, much less make him tea and answer his phone calls.

This is an account of most days, but mostly today.)