i'm a little teapot

Gaked from luciademedici

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

"Take the child from the house, deep into the woods, far beyond where anyone might find her."
"There are woods enough to lose a child in."
"I want her more than lost. I want her life."
"The woods will take her life."
--"Mirror Mirror" by Gregory Maguire (A rather boring excerpt, I know. But it was either this, or my PSY101 textbook talking about prenatal development. xD)

Now, I shall go back to applying developmental theories to the inhabitants of GK-Sitio Ruby. (I hate you, PSY 103.)

I've been working on my Theology paper since 11.00pm, and now it's 3.20am. It really doesn't help that I keep on falling asleep on top of my notes. (It's a wonder that I haven't drooled on my copy of the Bible yet.)

Sometimes, I really hate my anal retentiveness.


ETA: 5.04am -- I AM DONE! *flops down on bed*

I don't know whether to be horrified or amused when I heard that one of my brother's friends had an operation earlier today because he stuck a AAA battery into one of his nostrils. Ah, kids.

My first thought of the day was, "oh, no," as I smelled tikoy being cooked outside.

My second thought was, "TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY."

YAY! I are 18 now. Which means I can buy alcohol, tobacco and other restricted goods, get into bars and R-18 movies with just a flashing of my ID (not that I haven't been going before with only my haughty "how dare you ask me for an ID I'm 20+ years old!" routine to back me up, heh), don't have to ask my parents to sign a form if/when my org/class has an out-of-Manila trip, vote idiots into office, and will not be processed by the juvenile court in case of a crime I'm accused of committing.

Happy birthday to me. xD

I'm in an incredibly good mood tonight. I don't need to worry about Chemistry lab for almost two weeks (thank you, Arroyo administration, for creating stupid and pointless holidays [President's Day? What's that?] -- we know you're doing it for the benefit of the youngest voter age bracket; trust me, you're starting to win us over) so: no prelab and postlab to do this weekend! I WILL HAVE MY LIFE BACK ONCE AGAIN MWAHAHAHA.

...No, wait. Chemistry lecture midterms will be next Wednesday. Drat. (Incidentally, Ash Wednesday falls on that same date, too. I guess the start of my penitensya this year would be to study feverishly then. *sigh*)

(Speaking of Ash Wednesday, I'm extremely irritated that most of my finals will be held the week after Holy Week. What were they thinking?!)

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I don't want to study for the PSY104 exam this Thursday. B.F. Skinner's and Alfred Bandura's theories have been shoved into my face for nigh on three years now -- I'm heartily sick and tired of them. *sigh*

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My birthday will fall on the Chinese New Year. Please, people, don't give me tikoy! I don't want to get fat. Just thinking about its carbohydrate and lipid composition is enough to increase my weight by about a kilo or so. ;p

ETA: I've just downloaded the soundtrack of Juno. I'm in love with it, oh yes. :D

See, this is why I love our history project:

( ansidei madonna & allegory )

That's all I've done, though. There are 10 images to be modified all in all. xD

Watched Sweeney Todd with Christine (high-school-friend Christine, not college-blockmate-Christine ;p) yesterday. Inviting each other to watch films out of nowhere has become a ritual. xD

Anyway, I got a huge kick out of watching it. Watching Johnny Depp demolish Borat and most of the Harry Potter baddies made my day. xD Also: Sacha Baron Cohen's crotch is a SCENE-STEALER. But the lime-green mankini beats the bright blue breeches anytime, hands down. :D

The most creepifying moment for me, though, was when Timothy Spall and Alan Rickman started singing. TIMOTHY. SPALL. AND. ALAN. RICKMAN. SANG. I nearly cried. D:

I'm sick. AGAIN. Methinks it is because of the fact that I stayed in Starbucks for around seven hours last Wednesday to do my Dev Psy paper (free WiFi access, yay! The Ateneo WiFi system hates me so I couldn't stay in school *sniff*). It was frickin' cold there (to boost sales for hot drinks, perhaps?) and I didn't bring a jacket with me (the day was bright and sunny and too hot for January), and I bought a cold drink (a mocha frapuccino, if you must know) so...yeah. That meant I woke up Thursday feeling a bit off, and my PE class wasn't any help, since the sun absolutely refused to shine until we were done showering after class, so...yeah. The water was COLDCOLDCOLD. It really didn't help that Rai and I usually stay half an hour in the pool after class ends so we wouldn't have to wait in line for a free shower stall. (I hate living in a country where it doesn't get cold enough to justify the existence of an indoor swimming pool, or at least, heated showers in university locker rooms.) (Yes. I'm spoiled. Shush, now.)

Anyway, today dawned dark and gloomy and the day was just one big mess of MEH. I wasn't able to concentrate much in class (I was too busy blowing my nose and trying not to cough too loudly) and early afternoon was spent trying to reason out The Teacher of DOOM's questions she posed when we consulted with her last December re: our Theology report, aka The Task of DOOM. Which is on Monday. We're DEAD. D:

I left school at 2.30, because today being Friday, I was hoping to avoid the traffic. (Why does Manila's already congested streets get even more unmanageable on Friday nights and Monday mornings? WHY?) But did it work? Noooo. Heavy traffic usually starts at around 4.30 on a normal weekday, but the vehicles weren't moving in the southbound lane of EDSA when I got there earlier. Which is odd, because everyone comes from the business districts at the south of Manila, which means the traffic should be unbearable when you're northbound. Which is not to say the northbound side of EDSA wasn't congested. I'm just used to not encountering heavy traffic when going home from school. (As I've noted earlier, I'm spoiled.)

I collapsed on the bed as soon as I got home. Fell asleep immediately despite the racket my dad was making with his shiny new toy saxophone. Drank Yakult as soon as I woke up. (Drinking Yakult brings back memories of my preschool years, a time when I bullied boys and girls bullied me and we all bullied each other over tiny bottles of Yakult and Hansel/Oreo/Cream-O cookie bits.) (My fondest memory of my preschool years involved me pushing a boy down to his knees in the school bus and making him cry for his mommy. Ah, happy days.)

So, yes. Will start on prelab7 and postlab6 now, so I'll have Sunday free to subject myself to misery by preparing for The Task of DOOM aka our Theology report.

1. I have to finish postlab5 and prelab6 by tomorrow night. I have to. I have to. Or else I'll end up cramming into the wee hours of the morning on Sunday, which would be a mistake with a capital 'M' since I have to deal with four hours iof Chemistry lab on Monday. But that's not all, because that would just be too easy, wouldn't it? Right after obsessing over my data sheets for lab, I'd have to stay cooped up in school for the next two hours since --

2. -- OMG THEOLOGY TEST :O I'm doomed. Doomed, I tell you. I already find our Theology quizzes hard to answer, damn it, and I don't think I have enough time to study well for the test because --

3. -- I still have the Developmental Psychology paper to deal with. While I like the topic I chose -- the cognitive, psychosocial, etc. development the Antichrist goes through in Good Omens, ha! -- I still don't have enough sources to cite. Which means the entire afternoon tomorrow would be spent in the library, poring over books that I could bring home to refer to. Urk. Speaking of Psychology --

4. -- I still have to come up with script ideas for our Personality report on Thursday because there's no way I'll let Banzy shoulder that responsibility alone. She has to work on her Western History paper, which reminds me --

5. -- our group still hasn't met up properly, and we only have, what, a month to finish our project? While I guess it could be easily done in a week, I'm not willing to wait until the week before the deadline to start on it. I want an A in Western History, damn it.

6. I'm just about ready to drop dead now.

ETA: 7. I MESSED UP MY LAB PROCEDURE FTW.

So, yes. Am now completely addicted to "A Cello Rondo". Why I didn't discover it sooner, I have no idea.