overhaul.
i've made my blog layout more organised. now people don't have to deal with two scroll bars in order to view my posts. the simpler the better, i guess. i just need to tweak the colors, and fix the picture. that is, as soon as my photobucket account regains its sanity. i'll be doing all the tweaking tomorrow anyway.
i was talking to a friend a while ago and he said that i seldom post happy things in my blog. well that's because i don't access my blog when i'm happy-- or maybe i don't go online when 70% of my system is composed of triple espressos of sunshine. maybe i face the sad, blank, posting screen only when i'm depressed or stressed, and soothe my tired, stricken self with the clicking of technological plastic. so what's the realisation? publishing stuff online is, in a way, cathartic for me. when life works for me at least, i don't see the purpose of purging happiness out of my system.
0_o
i don't think i'm a blogspot person. i'm an LJ blogger. ah, maybe it's my layout. i don't like my layout. i need a change.
GO YOU!
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blabbing about today instead
i cut all my classes and turned off my phone to forget about Aria. i just stayed at the pub room and had fun the whole day with the Peachy, TowTow, Martin, other pub room regulars, and the Art Staff.
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i'm proud to say that the Art Staff is officially done with regular delibs for the first Heights regular issue. we have accepted 4 artworks (two of which belong to Kim and me, and were accepted with revision), and 4 photos. yay!
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i just came from the surprise inuman that Earnie planned for Camsie. i'm so happy that she was clueless about it even if Cels and i kinda spoiled some part of the surprise:
Cams: are you going to the inuman later?
Cels: you know about it?
Cams: yeah. theSHITs full-force inuman.
* Part Two *
Cams: are you going to the inuman later?
Em: what? inuman? you know about it?
Cams: uh, yeah. theSHITs full-force inuman.
haha! it has been a long time since i had bottles with my friends and it felt so good to be in Los Otros again. theSHITs Frat Keg Party CD was set full-blast on John's speakers, and everyone was carelessly taking down gin, vodka, Sprite, rum, and Gatorade. we were all boisterous borrachos in no time. i remember some guy was enjoying his KFC chicken meal beside me, and started talking about the Most Romantic Award he won a few days back.. talk about engaging yourself in an intelligent conversation. 0_o
i'm more or less de-stressed after everything. Humanities Week is coming and i've stopped aring about all the people who are unnecessarily eager about Lit Night. bahala kayo. i'm project head of this thing and you will never be able to force me to fit a theatrical presentation like A Midsummer Night's Dream into Aria.
yarr!
i had such a crappy day but i don't think i can write about it yet. i have to finish something first, then i'll post. anyway, here are two quizzes taken from Wappy:
You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.Find out your color at Quiz Me! |
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Lit's a bitch.
working on a week-late paper seems to be the most lame excuse for staying up late. when you're a lit major and you can't finish an easy paper on parody, you get to think about two things: it's either you hate the poems assigned to you and you don't see the point of gathering enough mental fuel to start on the paper, or you just can't with your puny little brain do it. right now, i'm more inclined to believe the second part of the statement.
two weeks ago, i thought that getting over my Lit Theory midterms and my Theo orals was the last leg of my academic suffering. i now find out that things are getting worse. im being tormented by co-curricular's: aside from my having to rush art delibs to make it back into production schedule, i also have to organise a lot of stuff for Aria. we still don't have invites, and we haven't accomplished event planning and logistics. Larry's also asking Vittorio to work on the Tapatan thing and i can't afford to let go of Vittorio because he's my Externals Head and there'll be no one to reserve tents, buy materials in Divisoria, etc. waaaah
still starting sentences with small caps
Aria, the year's Humanities Week Literary Night will be on the 22nd, and it seems as if nothing's happening. the project is not moving, and i have no idea how to make it do something else. i am dead i tell you. dead. as dead as my staff was during the Art Talks, and as dead as my Live Journal is.
once again, i'm in this do or die mission where everyone's sprinting for their lives and i'm the only one who does not have an armor and a rifle to defend myself. this scene, where the cutest boy i've ever met is screaming for me to save him. he has gotten me flowers from the enemy camp and the worst thing of him getting caught and tortured has happened. this is the story of my life: i land in one movie that is plotted on the ambivalence of a Twilight Zone episode, and the one thing i'm not supposed to do is sit down, think things through, and just wait for something to happen. because there is no chapter to follow, no other episode but a series of events where i unknowingly pick the next adventure to slap me right in the face.
