Organized Mess

My expression expresses how I feel, in general, about all things life-related. So I guess that goes for pretty much everything.

So the other day I was in class and I went completely berserk. I just started turning all the tables over and throwing chairs around and smashing things up. When I was through with my destruction, I calmly walked out of the room and straight to the Dean's office because I knew I was going to be sent there anyways. I got there and was asked to explain why I did what I did. And then I started crying when I opened my mouth to try and explain why.

Then I woke up. And I really was crying...and I couldn't stop.

I know that I don't need his bullshit and I never want to get hurt that way again. And yes, I am still fucking angry. But none of that changes the fact that I miss him more than I ever care to let on.

I know life doesn't end with this but I guess some days will just be harder than the rest. But the thing is...you're supposed to wake up from nightmares, not into them.

So yesterday, after my meeting, I got my tongue pierced. Another one of those semi-impulsive things that I do for personal reasons and also because I needed something new in my life. Today my tongue is all puffed up and I can't really talk. It's quite funny.

For the last two weeks we didn't have electricity in the house here in Canlubang due to dumbass typhoon that hit Philippines 2 weeks ago. Sooooo...it was torture. I could only stand a week of it, and then I went to Manila and stayed with my tita until the electricity came back in Canlubang, which was last night. It's exam week and I hate it. I've been up since 5am and tomorrow I have an exam at 8:30am. I can't stop yawning. Oh, I got a haircut about 2 weeks ago too, in Bench Fix in Glorietta. The guy cut off six inches yet everyone's like, "Did you really get a haircut?" C'mon, foo. Oh, and I'm a vegetarian now. Woohoo. Let's see how long it lasts. Har har har.

Went to the opening of Octoberfest in Megamall last week. I'm trying to decide if it's an experience I want to repeat. I guess I'm game, just as long as I don't have to spend a single minute alone. Then Carla and I went to a fundraising event in Makati, a lot of bands played. I think the event began at 6pm and ended around 2:30am. It was awesome. And I got to see Cueshe again; wow, have I missed those guys. I scared Mike with these words: "Mike, I want a hug, I just recovered from chicken pox." Okay, I really have to sleep. I can't stop yawning. Toodles.