partying till 4am, crashing over at a friend's place, and dragging my drunken-ass to school early in the morning with barely enough sleep is not a good idea. the head-splitting-throbbing headache that worsened whenever that damn man shouted through the microphone for balboa, sison or santos was enough to make my stomach do that crazy-churny dance - inducing a wave of sickness that brought me close to barfing. ok not really, i'm exaggerating. but my head did spin like crazy and i had to lean against the wall and mutter curses at mr. microphone man to keep myself from feeling all motion-sicknessy.

thank god the friend lives about 5min away from the land of the green or i probably wouldn't have bothered to pay my fees yet again (you don't know how many times the parents have nagged me about paying my fees heh). but i must say that being semi-drunk-semi-hangovered made school seem a lot more interesting. for one thing, the demolished south gate made for great humor. this is stupid, but i actually stood in front of the gate contemplating the 'CLOSED' sign for quite awhile (the sign was so pretty) and if not for someone's message asking if i had gotten to school okay i probably would have stood there for hours giggling to my silly self.

i don't think i got to school ok though. stupid chili vodka, it killed me. but the fees have been paid and i guess it's time i stop partying and re-wire my damn brain to nerd mode. but before i do that, i've got 2 more drunken nights to enjoy. sweet.

my voice is hoarse yet again. sexy.

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in spite of all this drinking and getting high bullshit, i do still find time to relish in my other love: books. i finally got around to reading Flowers for Algernon (which i managed to finish in a day), Animal Farm and 1984; and will now begin Coupland's Eleanor Rigby. i thoroughly enjoyed reading for my own personal enjoyment and not because i need to write an effin' paper. i'm sick of papers and all those analyzing-theorizing nonsense. but shame on me, i should be more like Charlie. dear Charlie Gordon, i think i heart you now, you probably would enjoy writing such papers.

...and the land of the green finally calculated my GPA and it's higher than what i thought it would be.
a GPA of 3.333 is pretty decent. i should be happy.