Sugar Deprived

Sugar Deprived



Hummin': Haven't been singing.

I'm down.

I haven't left the house in two days. I've been sitting here, warming my plastic monoblock chair in front of the computer screen for two straight days. I'm starting to get back pain and eye strain from all the studying (and chatting and blogging) that I've been doing.

And if there is such a thing as guzzling down too much Orange Juice, I think this is the case. I've been craving for some sweets, maybe to boost me up with some sugar in my system and get my batteries running, but I haven't been succesful. Our cupboards are all empty and everyone's too busy to go pick up groceries. Plus, naughty phantom ghosts have been nabbing my notes and hiding them in places I didn't remember putting them in.

ARGH.

I'm just bored. I don't like studying, especially not Theology and most DEFINITELY NOT Philosophy. So, I'm forcing myself to memorize, understand, imbibe the words of saints and priests wisely spoken eons ago... Why the torture, Father, why?!? Que Horror!

I'm just hoping that maybe, if Fate decides to be nicer tomorrow, I might just pass this test.

Why am I writing like a scatterbrained twit?

That's because I am.




Dun-dun-dun-dun.


...To Theology and beyooooooonnnd...

Feeloshofee

Feeloshofee



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Whew.

Glad that I've gotten that over with. See, I've spent more than 24 hours just pouring sweat and tears over today's Philosophy oral examination. I've been reading, reviewing and philosophizing over 21 really intense and condensed pages that Rae and I slaved over preparing for six hours straight.

I really have been saturating my head with all sorts of "existing OR not-existing" philosophical crap that I know I won't really use after college. But I did it all, because I have a pretty good chance of maintaining a relatively high grade in that subject. (Plus, we're required to take the same Philo teacher next semester. So it was very important to give a fairly good impression of my worth as a student.)

*Inhales deeply*

Well, now I have no choice but to say goodbye to that grade I worked so hard to get. I just messed my whole oral examination with my staggering lines and muddled reasoning. Out of the 14 thesis paragraphs we were given, I happened to randomly pick the WORST one of the lot. I picked the one I understood the LEAST. And now, I'm paying for it.

I feel like I've been robbed.

My mom's rubbing it in, saying I can't blame anyone else because I haven't been the most diligent student this whole semester. And I guess, in a way she's right. I've never been the student who studies a week before the test. I cram it all in the night before and make sure I don't sleep until I know I can answer even just half of the testpaper the next day.

Fate always finds a way to get back at me, making me realize life will never be a breeze, biting a chunk off my ass when I least expect it. I should've known it is inevitable to happen. Life never stays at a stable plateau.



But why does it have to HURT so damn much!?!