Monday, October 22, 2007
For the record, yes, I am bored (rants)
So bored, in fact, that I tried to watch the crap that is the Spider-Man 3 DVD for the second time. And I couldn't stomach it, I only reached the part where Peter and Mary Jane were at the French restaurant. No cool action scene is worth going through lines like "This isn't about you, it's about me!" and "That was our kiss!". Ego, or should I say emo?
*"whatever"s self*
Speaking of emo, Ben Gibbard is a poet. Who else would've thought that "context" almost rhymes with "complex"?
*"whatever"s self*
I haven't written anything competent or creative since sembreak started. And the fact reminds me of the great child-lover (no, not pedophile) Roald Dahl's words, that "A person is a fool to become a writer". But it sucks not accomplishing anything for the previous week, and being fully aware of it. I hate myself. *emo*
*"whatever"s self*
All I really want to do now is satisfy my currently repressed wanderlust, to walk around somewhere in the city where I can get lost for hours at a time without immediate danger of getting held up and losing all means of getting home. Preferably with somebody as bored as I am. Anybody who reasons out that Antipolo is a city will have to talk to my hand. Nah, just kidding.
*"whatever"s self*
My life's not even a routine anymore. Time has turned fluid in this house, at least for my post-sem unwinding self. I don't get up at any fixed time, I don't eat at any fixed time, I don't sleep at any fixed time, I don't even calculate the number of hours sleep I get, unlike in eLBi. Every day is just a bunch of activities that take up random spots in the morning, afternoon and night's duration.
*"whatever"s self*
It's always been like this, semester in and semester out. Maybe it's a way for your body to adapt to sudden changes. Kinda like a hangover, where your body's trying to adapt to the sudden surge of alcohol in your blood. This time, your body's trying to adapt to the sudden absence of having to do anything, causing all the crappy mood swings and whatnot.
*"whatever"s self*
The 2007 Camaro Bumblebee looks to be one of the best Transformers Movie toys so far. To shell out 2k or not to shell out 2k for another Autobot?
*"whatever"s self*Company of Heroes has too few 2v2 maps. The downloadables on the net look like crap though. Oh well, might as well overrun St. Hilaire with Axis Stormtroopers for the umpteenth time.
*"whatever"s self*
I miss Avenida, but I don't need a new wardrobe. I miss going to bookstores, but I still have a lot to finish. Heck, the Lovecraft compilation is still sitting there, all wrapped up in shiny plastic, waiting for me to finish reading the last few pages of Marquez's "Strange Pilgrims". So much for planning to read up on potential thesis material. I wish I has an extra pair of eyes and a brain twice as large. The headaches might suck more, though.
*"whatever"s self*
UP Pantas needs a place where we can workshop stories until 12mn at least once a week every week. Literary headaches and rushed readings, here we come.
*"whatever"s self*
I need money. Therefore, I need a jo... Nah.
Whatever. *"whatever"s self*
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