a normal day

I really haven't been in the mood to write lately. I don't know if it's some brain chemistry thing associated with the weather (they say cold weather causes a chemical imbalance in the brain, making people sadder), but I've just lost the urge to type out the entire proceedings of my day for all the strangers on the Internetz to see. However, upon the prodding of certain friends (hi, Rap and Andy), I. Will. Write. After all, the show must go on, and the uncreative blogger must feign creativity.

I don't really know what's in it for you, dear reader, but in writing this, I supposedly benefit from the theraputic nature of blogging. And then there's that other thing about my future grandchildren finding this blog and saying, "Oh look, Grandma wrote that!" (Ugh. How creepy does that sound? Hello, grandkids. Ack! So very creepy.) But what exactly do YOU benefit from reading this? You will have wasted around five minutes of your time, that's what. Five minutes that could have been spent brushing up on your sign language. Five minutes that could have been spent doing jumping jacks. Five minutes that could have been spent cleaning the fishbowl. 

So, thank you for choosing to spend five minutes on my blog. (If you choose to stop reading after the period at the end of this sentence, then thank you for spending one minute on my blog.) I warn you though, this is gonna be a pretty boring entry. I won't hate you if you don't read it thoroughly. I won't hate you if you skip the whole post altogether after reading this sentence. Neither will I instantly love you for finishing this whole useless mass of words. You do as you please, and I do as I. Please.

Now, before we delve into the unnecessary and irrelevant details of my day, here is a beautiful picture of a man and a koala. I can't remember whether it was taken during the Queensland flood or during a forest fire in Australia.

Gorgeous, right? I hope it will have made your visit here worthwhile.

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Today is Friday, and Friday is Big Gaping Hole in My Schedule day (see: photo below). 

While normally Block XX whiles away the four-hour vacant period between Lit 14 and Chem 11 over at Albert's house playing virtual soccer or in the caf playing cards (phew, long clause), today was different because we had a Math midterm exam to worry about. 

In the morning,  Mr. Pulan gave us (that's me and the rest of section MO2) some not-so surprise quizzes for English and Lit. Ahh, English. I grew up with you. I fell in love with you. But now, I just don't know you anymore. (By the way, my research paper, which I passed around two weeks ago, totally sucks. Sucks eggs. So much eggs. Like a weasel smoking Cannabis. So much eggs.)

In Lit we're studying Oedipus and King Lear. Both are quite wonderful topics, but I really want to go back to poetry. I rocked at poetry (well, not really, I kind of suck at that too, but at least I did marginally better on poems than on English essays), and I looked forward to every single meeting. English, the period before Lit, is merely the mountains of bland cereal you have to force down your throat before getting to the prize at the bottom of the cereal box. 

When poetry was here it was

Like bluebirds on a tree branch

Wet from the newly fallen rain

Outside the speckled glass window

Of Bellarmine 206

Where a Mr. Max Pulan

Recited poems from his mind

And changed my life. 

Like I was saying, today was Math midterms tiemz~, so we spent the break studying in the library (it's not as solemn as I make it sound). If there's one thing I'm grateful for today, it's having highly intelligent (but also really lazy) friends who can explain things to me and to whom I can explain things. 

Around lunch time I got a text from Joseph, my high school classmate now studying in UPD, asking if I was free to tour him and some friends around the AdMU campus. I was, and by two-thirty in the afternoon I had shown him most of the buildings from the Loyola Schools. We then met up with Jason in the Cervini dorm (because this week is the dorm open house - the only time of the year that non-dormers get to see what it's like inside the Cervini, Eliazo, and University dorms), and we hung out in his room for a while.

It was time to say bye after that, and I rejoined the block in the cafeteria. where Andy gave me that idea about the future generations finding my blog. Hello again, grandkids. (So ~weird~)

Then it was midterms tiemz in CTC. It seemed like it was Math midterms tiemz for many many other people as well, because every existing classroom in CTC was filled with freshmen. 

The test was... Well, I'd rather not say, lest I end up making a fool of myself again. :| 

After the test, Rap, Jules and I tried Cervini for the ARSAfest culminating street party, but nothing seemed to be happening. We battled the rain trying to follow that throng of umbrellaed students, all to no avail. (Well, at least someone got a free whistle.) And so we ate dinner at Ken Afford. (The last time I ate there was last sem, when I was sick and in need of some soup!) 

When I got back to my room (which is right on top of Ken Afford, by the way; i.e. if I drilled a hole through the floor, I'd be looking into the restaurant), I started typing this up. 

And that concludes A Day in the Life of Aimee Capinpuyan.

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Hey, did you notice how goATENEO has the word "goat" in it? (Lifehack courtesy of The Jessica!)