the perils of

I have no picture to show for today so here is an old picture of a doodle of a bear. In a space suit. My new year's resolution is to write some more, even if it means senseless and boring stuff that nobody wants to read. Like this. The thing is that I want a future version of me to be able to read this post and remember how she was back when she was 20, standing on the brink of her college life and looking down into the vast unknown that is Everything that Comes After Graduation. I mean yes, I know that med school comes after graduation. But I also want to go on an exchange, maybe even put off med school for a year just to do so. Partially I want to work too. Return to Cagayan de Oro, immerse myself in a menial job like doing inventory for my uncle's hardware store, or taking orders for my lola's karinderia. I don't know. Well whatever it is, I'm certainly not going to decide tonight. It seems like the rest of my life right now hinges on the results of...

Here's a story for you. It's a rather self-centered one at that, but maybe you could derive some amusement out of it, because in this story (as in many others), I am a freak, and people do love their freaks. So it's a story about my eyes. The thing about my eyes is that they are the color of the ocean after a storm. KIDDING! Like most other Filipinas and Filipinos, my eyes are the color of the grime that sticks to the bottom of your shoe when it's rainy out. The real  thing about my eyes is that they don't match up. Not just in shape too, but in the way they move. Gross, right? I unwittingly freak people out sometimes when my pupils aren't focused on the same point. I wasn't actually aware that they didn't always move the same way until a couple of months ago, when my good chum Rap pointed it out to me as I tried crossing my eyes. Tonight I wanted to see just how disgusting I looked when I try crossing my eyes, and lo and behold, it is pretty darn ...

Potential covers for my novel. Yes, they all suck, but hey. I'm a writer (daw), not a graphic artist. Title is tentative. Tentative title sucks. I hope I don't stop writing when school starts.  If you ask me what my novel's about, I will laugh and say "I don't know, really," because that is the truth - I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA WHERE MY STORY IS GOING.  *~trolololololololololololo~*