mercredi, avril 12, 2006 Y 6:07 PM
happiness is a nine letter word

what's the first thing that happened to me since my official vacation begun?
... i got sick. bummer, baby.

it's freaking hot, everybody's eating/drinking something cold, and i'm stuck with the flu! started around saturday, feeling the chills. the culprit would be a mixture of humid air, fridge breeze, sweat, ice cream (!), and remnants of my last coughing fit. my sunday outing was postponed when i had to be in bed for most of the day because i got a slight fever and i felt my head was dragging me. soon after i had the colds. the annoying cough replaced the fever. and until now, i'm drugged with meds. holy week's going to be woozy! ;p

another ranting session: i am starting to get maddeningly frustrated about summer. back when i was studying i told myself vacation will be great 'unwind time'... but truth is, the only thing good about summer breaks is that you get no homework. it stops right there. everything else is sooo ugh -- the heat is unbearable, the pace of life is amazingly slow, and i'm getting lethargic staying at the house (no, my g'parent's house - i've spent summers, sembreaks, whatever there for almost a decade. not that i hate it -- it's just unproductive). how i wish i could take back my words back and hit the books again... summer classes -- but the college doesn't allow that unless i failed (baaad). i want summer activities! bolt into a huge cool swimming pool, or get a new hobby, or even work! i want a nice get-together with friends... bring me to my senses, rediscover my insane self through them! pleeeease! i'm frickin BORED!

on one end though, i've been meaning to write The Great Award-Winning Essay/Prose for days now, but no idea kicks in... or i am just plain lazy. i feel i have lost my powers (whatever) already, due to not writing essays since last summer. (term papers, and this blog, don't count.) i want good material, a more mature approach -- no more parenthesis-laden quips that i usually do, maybe just a minimum. goodness gracious, I NEED INSPIRATION. max foster doesn't even elate my senses anymore. boohoo.

(goes channel surfing...)