How Am I Supposed to Pretend I Never Want to See You Again?

Campus - Vampire Weekend

Long title, I know. Today, I am exactly 13 years and 3 months old. :D

I don't know how people manage to get used to things like high school and teenagehood, but it seems that they just do. Before April 22, I couldn't believe that I'd be a 13 year old high school freshman already. But here I am now, sick and tired of high school, only a little over a month after school started.

Loving school is not part of my nature. Well, maybe essays aren't part of my nature. I like to write and all, but I just get too lazy when I'm actually instructed to do so. Is it possible for an "artist" to like Math and Science? It is, isn't it?

I must admit that I'm not like my siblings who took up Visual Communication in the College of Fine Arts of the University of the Philippines, and graduated from there, too, with pretty good grades. Or maybe I'm not like them yet. My mom won't have me taking up the same course as they did, though. I believe that it is right of her to feel that way, since 3 out of my 7 siblings graduated from there, and 1 is studying there right now.

Maybe I should take up Interior Design... Though it would be hard to find a job.

But why the hell am I thinking of these things already? Like I said, I'm only 13 years and 3 months old! I have... *counts* 3 years and 9 months more to decide. I'll wait until then. xD

"Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus. Cruel professor studying romances..."

MOO MOO Shake Shake

OH CRAP. Oh, hi. :D

Some people in my street are playing these dance songs and one was Shake and Drop by Flo Rida and many many others. And I messed up the lyrics again. xD

Anyway, my arms hurt, my abdomen hurts, my thighs hurt. I am definitely not physically fit. But I knew that way before we had our PFT. :)) It just doesn't show because I'm not fat. *Are you still there? Still alive? I'm kinda... high.*

I'll have to do my homework later. :-/

I don't know what else I'm supposed to say...

Uh... ANIMO, LA SALLE!

Uh... UP ANG GALING MO @ 100!

Uh... Bye. :D

"Move move shake shake now drop (What your mamma sayy)..."

A B C D...

I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that I'm crying and stuff right now, since I'm having my monthly thingamachurva. But it still just sucks that at home, I have no right to command anyone. I can't ask a sibling to get off the computer because I need to research. I have to wait until this time just to be able to do my assignments. Hey, I do procrastinate, but when I know that I'm in danger of getting a low grade, I work.

I was tearing up a while ago, even when I already had the computer. Shallow reasons. One was that my brother (who already wouldn't get off the computer) is using what is probably my Pilot ballpen. I asked him if it was his, and he said yes. But I know that he has his own ballpen. One which still has its price tag. He should know that that's mine. It was right on my notebook when I left it on the desk yesterday. If you believe that when you're at home, things can't be "stolen" from you, I think you're quite mistaken. Mistaken when you base it on this household, anyway.

Seven siblings can be fun, but it can also be annoying. No, we don't fight lots. We don't even tease each other. We just go about our own business most of the time. I definitely don't have many choices, since I'm pretty much the distant child, being 7 years younger than the one right before me, and 19 years the junior of the eldest one.

Anyway, moving on to a lighter but still shallow topic, we had our club period today, and a different kind of ABC was taught to us a while ago. It sounds wonderful with blending, though I've already forgotten the tune. The lyrics are obviously impossible to forget, unless I suddenly got hit by a car and had amnesia (I really don't want that to happen though. xP)

So there. That was my shallowly suckish day. I hope yours was better.