the perils of

The beginning of my new life... It's tomorrow. TOMORROW. It's unsettling. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't like this feeling. It's like being pushed off an airplane and not knowing whether your parachute works. It's like climbing up a tall, tall metal ladder and stepping on the very edge of the diving board, peering down at the ice-cold pool you're going to have to plunge into. It's like drinking too much pineapple juice and then getting your intestines all knotted up from the acid. Oh wait. That last part actually happened. But you get the idea. Anyway, so how am I spending this lovely sunny day in Cagayan de Oro City with my family, you ask? Well, so far, I've accomplished the following: Got my favorite pillow back from the dry cleaners. He's a lot cleaner now :3 (yes, he's a "he") Did some last-minute shopping with Momsie. Ate nachos with Momlet. Ate a burrito with the Momster. Reserved some tickets for a visit home in August! :D ...

I'm sorry I've broken my promise to post here daily. I know that not being in the mood is no excuse, and that my pillow probably has more willpower than I do. I's just that lately, I've been feeling so.. . teenager-ish. Hormonal, like everybody else is, and ordinary, like everybody else is. If I were sub -ordinary... Now, that wouldn't be a problem at all, because when you're not normal, you're either two things: awesome, or crazy. And being any of the two would be perfectly fine with me. These days, I'm feeling more and more like a piece of stepped-on excrement that's being dragged around on the sidewalk on a hot summer day. I hate my sissy girl feelings. I hate feeling like I need to lose weight. I hate feeling fat and ugly and worthless. I hate hating. The list of Things I Don't Like About Myself goes on, trust me, but I'm doing you a favor by sparing you from the gruesome details. Curse you, hormones. You deserve damnation.