I didn't want to just edit my previous entry. XD
Baby, please come back. It wasn't you, baby, it was me.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems.
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is, I love you too much to walk away, no~
URGH. Still hooked on it. TT_TT Oh well. :D
I'm gonna stop eating junk food this week again; I really need to learn to control myself. I've been bingeing the past two weeks, 'cause of all the stress. ARGH. I am so FRUSTRATING. TT_TT
I guess I figured out that I can work well under stress. :D The only bad effects are that, well, I feel like shit for weeks after and I start bingeing. I start resenting people, too. But of course I never show it. Honestly.
I need to remember to write for the contests around dA. It'll at least get my work noticed, even as only an entry, not necessarily a winner. :D And even if that fails, at least I got to write.
I miss writing songs, honestly. :( But I think I've lost some of that skill. Maybe I've just settled for the easier path; and I mean WAY easier path.
I used to have fun writing the songs, making sure they sound good, keeping the tune stuck in my head. Now all I end up doing is stringing my words together to keep some form of rhythm. I've deteriorated.
So I'm pushing myself to write at least one song each week. (Yes, I failed at my last push, but fuck that.) Aside from that, I gotta write at least three poems a week. That's good enough, right? Three poems, one song. I'm not gonna overwork myself and try to write a short story a week. I need to grow as a writer more, before I can do that.
Gosh, I love chocolate milk. It's the only kind I drink, though I've been wanting to try hazelnut. (my best friend adores it, so it's a shoe-in for my addiction list)
I think I've grown to like Ginger Ale more than other soda, too. I don't think there's any here, though. D: Waha.
Dum Dum gave me some Almond Roca yesterday! *huggle* Yay for dum dum. He survived the Research exam, too. :D Wooooh.
Apparently, all the people who weren't paying attention in the damn lecture yesterday are gonna be called this week. For an IR? Not sure. For a lengthy sermon? Most likely. -__- ARGH. Jeez. If you want the teenagers to listen, make sure you get a speaker who's actually INTERESTING. Like that funny professor from Ateneo. He's like, the ONE interesting speaker I've been an audience to, in Pisay. Seriously.
Also. Next week, the girls have to start wearing their uniforms again. D: Wahaha. Oh well. it was fun while it lasted. :D Besides, it was getting kind of tiring stressing out over what to wear each morning, and with all the limitations on the clothes it was basically only allowed to dress up in six letters: B-O-R-I-N-G.
Tee and Jeans, wearing socks and Covered shoes? Hell. Bitches.
Anyway. I still hate love songs. :D I suppose I always will. Those icky mushy ones, anyway. I'll listen to them, sure, and I won't diss you for liking them, but still. Doesn't mean I'll like em. They just... eh. They rub it in, what I can't have, what I'm not quite sure I ever did. It does hurt.
So. To wrap up.
•three poems, one song per week
•look for contests and write for them
•do homework more diligently
•don't binge
:D Wish me luck, donuts. :)
~the Raspberry Scribbler.
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