i'm a little teapot

1. I was sick off and on for the past two weeks. Blegh.

2. Why did the Spanish decide to establish Manila as the capital of the country when it's several inches below sealevel? Every time a typhoon gets together with a low pressure area and decide to make rain babies together, the entire region flies into a panic and Metro Manila turns into a horror-house version of a water theme park featuring muddy water, swimming rats more than a foot long from nose to tail, and cars stuck in traffic and/or floodwater.

3. Also, who decided to start the school year in June, when the goddamn monsoon and typhoon season is in full swing? It makes more sense to mimic the Western academic year and start in September and end in May. At least then classes won't be disrupted by huge-ass typhoons of doom. *sigh*

4. For some strange reason, last night I had a highly detailed dream about my encounter with a weird-ass cab driver last month. He asked me if he could play his music. I said I didn't mind. He then proceeded to root for his cowboy hat(!) under his seat, put on his aviator shades, and blasted Bon Jovi's songs from the 80's at full volume. So I woke up with "Livin' on a Prayer" playing in my head, and that particular earworm has yet to leave. Damn it.

5. FIGWIT = LINDIR? PLEASE LET THIS BE TRUE, I WILL LOVE PETER JACKSON FOREVER IF IT IS. The more I hear about The Hobbit film, the more I look forward to it. Hee!

1. So. We started Management Dynamics today. I think I would have appreciated the class more if a.) I hadn't been in excruciating pain the entire morning, because getting migraines is a bitch; b.) I hadn't been pissed off since last night about the fact that they didn't give us guidelines for writing the damn case report, that they just threw the book and handouts at our heads and yelled, "JUST DO IT!" (metaphorically speaking, of course); and c.) our professor wasn't so old and lectures like she's talking to a goddamn baby with a goddamn fake lisp.

2. I've been watching back episodes of So You Think You Can Dance, and I realized that Cat kept on emphasizing that people were running on no more than 6 hours of sleep during Vegas week, season after season.

Now, I consider sleeping more than 4.5 hours a luxury. A luxury, I tell you, something I only reserve for weekends and on days I'm feeling particularly shitty.

To be fair, SYTYCD is a dance show, and there is the implication that dancing is more strenuous than studying/doing homework/bullshitting/plotting world domination through the power of my sheer awesomeness and therefore dancers need more rest than me.

I, however, beg to differ. Being a student and a future tyrant at the same time is exhausting, yo.

3. I miss writing random shit and posting it for all and sundry to see here on LJ. Writing notes on FB is not the same at all.

4. Holy smokes, Batman. Reading over what I just wrote, I realize that a.) run-on sentences and I get along like a house on fire; b.) I curse more than I used to, goddamn; and c.) my love for list just keeps growing and growing and growing. Somebody save me from myself. Please.