I have yet to submit the CD for my Logic completion requirement. I went to the Faculty Lounge this afternoon only to discover that my professor was off to Baguio and would not return until Sunday.
My mom telling me that she wasn’t happy. I think it’s because most of the time she’s alone in the house. Maybe she should move back to Marikina and let me dorm, instead. It’ll be so win-win: she gets to have the company of our family, I don’t get tired from commuting. A few problems with that solution: 1) she will never allow me to dorm because she doesn’t trust me; and 2) we don’t have space in our Marikina house to stash all our furniture here in San Mateo.
My 2-gigabyte memory card is almost full. 400 songs is not enough for my music appetite.
I’m thinking of changing my Blogspot URL. Unfortunately, sarcasmic has already been taken, so I’m back to square one.
On the bright side of things, this week has been pretty good so far.
I had a Wendy’s Baconator and Frosty today.
I had quality bonding time with Babs last night.
I got 1.75 as my prelim grade in Math. Not to brag, but that was me being lazy—imagine what my grade would be if I had actually studied!
Ela is a twentysomething who is constantly getting stuck in self-destructive behavior and bouts of low self-esteem. She struggles with depression and writes to relieve herself of her feelings. Sometimes she even blogs about other things like makeup and positivity. One of her pieces was published in the Inquirer Young Blood in October 2017.
She likes cats, dogs, and sometimes even people.