i'm counting down the days... classes "start" next tuesday ("start" there meaning we fugly automated robots aka students, out of sheer obedience, troop down to the hallowed halls just to find out there actually aren't any classes... which sucks, considering everything) and i wonder whether i'm attending at all. even on the 14th, the "actual start"... but oh come on, i'm like the geekiest minion ever! ;p

reluctances aside, i *have* to go to school on juin 13 because i've got to claim the brand-new uniforms our college got for us. (i expect it to be nice and dandy, and i have to look sexy in it *lol*) .. to round up, i've got my new big fuglycake bag ready, my new army green shades checked, my 2 new pairs of lovely shoes boxed up to go (story about this: i'm naturally a size 6 1/2 but i perfectly fit a size 5! my feet are shrinking! ~~ and the thing is the 2 pairs look like grade-school clogs... i just can't fathom wearing pointy pumps yet.) school supplies almost done -- there's nothing much to prepare on this department, really.

the only thing that isn't prepared is ME.

i have been trying to wake up at 5AM for the past few days as a practice just so my First Days wouldn't be such a trainwreck... and it makes me feel stressful already. i'm doing this after a hiatus of a year and a half -- that's exactly what happens to the lazy bones. the physicality of it is that i get awfully hungry mid-morning (having rushed my breakfast), my eyebags scare the * out of me because i look like a racoon, and i feel sleepy and tired all of a sudden. the fact that i don't easily fall asleep at night also contributes to this monstrosity. can't just set my biological clock a wee bit earlier, right?

and FYI (if you didn't catch my whining drift), i'll lay out my sked for you:



... that's how murderous it is. i'm starting to think college is a gas chamber. :|

so, i'm savoring the last few days of my so-called freedom... vegetating. that's mostly what i did this vacation, as a contradiction to my pre-summer lofty ideal of working. (El exposed as a sicko coward bum, yeah!) ... i swear, though, i'll get myself in a job next year. sometimes i think i act so childish and bratty for my age, unlike more responsible 18-year-olds out there. (i can imagine my parents say "hell yeah!") ... i wanna make up for it, and maybe Second Year would be a good start.

even if it would mean sacrificing "Desperate Housewives" and "Lost".

(i guess.)

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