saturn1

i wonder how much longer i have to endure the same arbitrary, useless pain? most of what i am put through, after all, is self-inflicted. i can't stand when people blame shit on everyone else. but fuck, why do i do it to myself then?

nothing.

other than that, things are good. seriously. well sort of. they would be great if i weren't the queen procrastinator of the world. but i've felt this overwhelmed every other semester because i, of course, procrastinated this badly every previous semester as well, and i got through it and got everything finished. i think i should let myself feel overwhelmed though, because if i don't i will feel comfortable and procrastinate more and then the workload could very well reach impossible proportions.

being at work today reminded me why i am really fucking happy that i am no longer 18. jesus. & i think i make life complicated for myself at this age. haaaah

besides reading and writing tonight ... i am ... cooking. cooking? i get these weird domestic urges every 6 months. and i cook a fuckload of filipino food. sinigang anyone? TOFU ADOBO? i'm going to make it work. adobo got to taste good on something other than chicken legs? though i'm not sure about the tofu.
my grandmother is probably rolling her eyes at me right now

please refer to my wishlist list should you feel the urge in your shopping frenzies.

thank you i love you goodnight