| Current mood: |  depressed |
| Current music: | "waste of paint" ~ bright eyes |
cheers, darling.
doesn't it just say festivity when the last class meeting of the year is a 2-hour pee-in-yer-pants session with noneotherthan?
it's 5 in the morning and the obsessive compulsive in me got up like frankenstein. i decided to work our copier and photocopy only the sections in regalado that we need for tomorrow. because every osteophorotic law student knows that ze book, all five and a half pounds of it, is a bitch to carry around school.
one more meeting and it's christmas break. it will be the most loserly christmas break with me prancing around with the redness of remedial law compendium by florenz d. regalado to match the decor. i'll sing to christmas carols to the tune of rule 6 kinds of pleadings! very cheery.
speaking of cheers, i was running around the village this morning, thinking about lovely counterclaims when it rained. while i was jogging. it rained. it rained. i wanted to cry. how very chungking express of me.
more cheers. last night at greenhills, i bought an old rose lace top in under five minutes because we suddenly decided to go to the alyansa party and i realized that i looked like a school teacher. all the panic was about f.o.b. supposedly showing up at the party. anna, sharry and i almost flew to katipunan, with all deliberate speed, only to see toff ariving alone, no chinese boy in tow. and everybody's eyes were on somebody who dolled up, cinnamon blush and all, for a bowl of roasted chestnuts.
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