Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The past four days have been a drag. After an awesome (free) night out with my brods and sis last saturday, all went downhill.

Sunday: I missed church (I apparently went home at 3 am so my parents didn't bother waking me up). I woke up around lunch time, locked myself in my room after a light lunch and waited for the 6 o'clock meeting I had with the debaters. 6 o'clock came and everyone except for Odie, Kristi, Clyde and Fonzy, were a no show. It ruined my already dull day, ugh. It was a good thing we went to El Amigo for a few rounds of chikicha, else I would've ceaselessly cursed the entire ride home.

Monday: Sir Ian cancelled my only class in the morning and my we also had no class in Com16 which meant the only class I had for the day was the ever wonderful... Biology. Great. So I stayed home and watched TV until 3 pm. I did go to Bio class, but only to sit at the farthest corner with my head leaning on the wall, trying my very best not to fall asleep. My mind wandered off, and I wasted one hour of my life staring at an illustration of muscles and bones I couldn't understand. That night, I went to the Provincial convention center to be oriented (together with my brods and sis) for the Sitti concert. I was assigned to usher a group of foreigners who may just hog the bar and potentially go wild. Good luck to me. I'm just happy I can watch Sitti for free.

Yesterday: I went home, collapsed on the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling, while cranking up the volume to Alicia Keys' new album. I did this for quite a long time, too. The consequence of missing my classes from 1 to 7, for a split second, did cross my mind - but I didn't care. My senses only came back when Jordan reminded me of the Valentine Songwriting Competition at 8 pm. Then I thought: Valentines. What an awful time of the year. Nevertheless, I dressed up and went to Luce for the show. It would be a mediocre program had Primy not composed the winning song, and Nadie not interpret it so perfectly. I, personally, am still shocked by a group of 4 guys in all white outfits, singing "wish, wish" in an ASAP coverboys kind of way (eek! sans the good looks, of course) handing out flowers to grossed out girls. I still can't understand what person in the right mind would interpret a composition in that way, in no less than Silliman University pa jud. But since the song screamed boyband(!) right from the first stanza, I think it was the only thing anyone could do with it. And they didn't accept our entry for this? (haha, bitter) But it was ok, for 'variety's sake.'

Today: I only had one class still, since Maam Cecile is still in Cagayan and Sir Alcala cancelled our Biolec class. So I'm here at the Weekly Sillimanian Office, typing this blog entry. Still depressed. I'm only excited about tonight... I shall see Sitti for free. =) But after that, I'm sure, I will still be depressed.

Tomorrow is my 20th birthday.

The day after that, I'm going to Bohol for the Visayan championships (which I could potentially win).

So can anyone tell me, why the hell am I so freakin' depressed?

Dammit.

Labels: depression, life