Everything down

Senior year's taking soooo long. I wanna graduate. Now. Now. Now. Ngayon na, ang tagal. My body isn't moving too much for now. I want to run across the field, circumference the whole school, cheer out loud and low, and move my arms and legs swiftly and sharply until my muscles get sore just like what happened last year, during Boosters days. I want some action. I'm so bored inside the 4-cornered classroom. I wanna get rid of it even just for 30 days. I wanna get sweaty and tired but not in our tan uniform. Yeah, I know what I'm lusting for: INTRAMS. I want some energy-draining activity. Profile picture-taking is not an activity at all. It's just a way of getting classes cut off. Haha. Oh, I know what "activity" would be energy-draining this September: ACET. Oh well, Intrams is still on December so, I stil have to wait for it. I just can't stand being idle for too long since the number 3 patch was sewed on the left chest part of my spoiled-chocolate-colored uniform.

By the way, I passed the EcoSong auditions! Yehey! I think everyone who auditioned; well, except for those who have certain conditions or difficulties, passed so there's nothing to be so happy about. We had our first practice today. I did not enjoy it. It was _____. I don't know. Maybe I'll enjoy it when we begin to sing the actual song. I felt stupid a while ago, bouncing with my feet, raising up my arms, shaking my hands like the one you do when you do the Humayo't Ihayag action song, and then singing the weird syllables zee-bro-ho-ho-hooo in the highest pitch possible. That was difficult. I hated it. Why let me sing that way, huh? Hello, that's why there's a category called ALTO and that's where I belong. Urrgh.

We already got the results of the English test. Blech. My hunches never failed. First time in my whole life as a student. Soooo disappointing. English. English. English. Honestly, who would think that that result is mine? Things are going weird this year. Math and Science beated English. I think I'm staying too far from my forte. What's happening? Urrgh. Now I'm scared. Call me a freak, I don't care. Even though I passed, it was still low. Very low. I hate it. I hate myself for assuming that I will do good. No one could be ever more stupid than I am. This is extreme stupidity. Unconquerable. ^&&%^$(I)(*^*%! Of course, no one can understand me. Everyone who I open up with says "It's okay." Well in fact, it's not. They think I'm acting too OC-like well in fact, I'm not. Somebody even overlooked me when I told her about it and I hated her to the bone for being such a standoffish. Urrgh.

Things are not going all right. There's the batch problem. Everyone seemed to hate our batch for we are the elite, the socialite ones daw. Yeah, some may be like that but please don't stereotype. You tell us that we tend to do bad in a certain subject because we think it's hard. But you also do the same. Why not put to mind that our batch is still lovable, nice, and all-that's-great-and-oh-so-wonderful? Everyone seemed to dislike us, hated us. We're now labeled as the worst batch that the institution has ever had. It feels sad. This is our last year and these things are happening. We want to have this last year memorable but not in this way, please. Guys should work out on it. Friends, let's all be good. :)

There's a need for me to work harder. Hardest. First quarter has just ended and next thing I know, me and my batchmates are already practising the Alleluias and Amens for the last mass the batch is going to have. No time to waste.

Get it on. It's brain marathon season. I have to get this cerebrum and cerebellum moving, functioning, producing, squeezing its most efficient juice.

Do I seem happy? I'm not at all. This is such a bad day and I can't turn it around or conceal the feeling with a smile. I can't.

Everything's wrong. I have to really really make it all good and great to get what I want after all these.

Can somebody make me chuckle even just for a while please? Oh there, there's Benedict.