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Post-Lantern Parade Break-Up
Guess what? Our belen lost. To CHK's. I can't effing believe it. It was the signal for the block to pack up and drink abundant amounts of alcohol, but then my mom showed up and smuggled me home. After 4 senseless, sleepless nights on cold, littered floors, Greco burns, headaches, animosity, and manual work, we deserve to be drunk. It could've been fun, but we all had to go home.
Haha losers.
The thing with FA's Parade this year is that, it's pretty boring. Well, the block thinks it is, with the freshies' floats just passing through the crowd. The energy level's way too low, or at least relatively too low than the past few years, when we had the floor to ourselves. Nothing beats the horror train routine on freshman year.
Somehow I don't want to show my face to  a16nine and the other org members, because I was useless to them during the parade. Sure, I did some of their masks, but my excuse (not having a flowing blue dress) is pretty lame. All I did was to hold bamboo poles and lose my photo-snapping entourage en route to Beta Way, on heels. Go me.
Mom and Nix watched the parade, after calling me up at 8 in the morning to tell me they couldn't come. I wasn't really expecting them, until they called during the middle of the parade. I haven't prepared my stuff in the dorm; all of them were lying around, waiting to be picked up on check-out day. My family was in a bad mood by 9 pm, when I just got in the dorm, collecting bed sheets after grueling hours emphasized by walking around the Acad Circle on heels. They didn't bring the camera. Go visuals, yay.
But the day had its moments. The Oblation Run at lunchtime was boring (and since when should the sight of 10+ naked men running around campus be boring?), but it’s also fun to see pundits and self-righteous, Catholic-school-bred freshies yelling about how ‘yucky’ naked men look like. Unfortunately, all gay men were at the lobby when it happened, and we’re deprived of all the fun. Leeaww and I were sniggering at Chad’s, Mar’s, and Crisel’s shocked reactions. The hilarity was infectious that everybody had a green joke or two (dozens) when we came back to FA during lunch (Leeaww, Cielo, and Jorick = bad for your health). I also bought T. H. White’s The Once and Future King from the AS Books Stall. I was surprised that the guy running the stall remembered me, and promised to reserve Vonnegut and Dahl books for me next year.
The old AVCOM crowd was in FA after the parade, and it’s fun to see all these wacky ad people out of the office on a lam. By this time we can’t find the rest of the ID block, and decided to go home. I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye to Chad, Iona, Guia, Boom, and to everybody else. So this space goes out to them:
Enjoy the Holiday Break, People! Merry Christmas!
(To Iona and Chad: OMG why, why, why?!)
I got home at 10. Was shocked to see a new printer/scanner/copier attached to the PC. Was hyperventilating when I heard that it’s ours. I’m now scanning my old Adarna storybooks that are slowly falling apart, and will scan my stack of old 1930’s photos later. Right now I’m ogling at the CSI group photo that Nix printed.
Also, you can't imagine how happy I was to find this last night: http://twistedbyjessicazafra.blogspot.com . That, and Letterman. Yes.
I just realized that I love my ID blockmates better than ever. It's not a mean feat to stand beside me and my looping concepts and bouts of insecurity and doubt. I feel like I actually have friends. Gasp. God, I need to treat all these people.
Time of the season, huh?
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