Hello, Confucius

I haven’t had this much stress in a long time. Sleeping very late and waking up very early to beat deadlines is wreaking havoc on my health, my well-being and my sanity.

And to think that this is just the beginning.

The DSL connection at my mother’s place is so slow I almost always forget they actually have broadband connection. I never really thought I’d allow something as superficial as an internet connection to get into my nerves but I can only take so much. I’ve lost count of how many pages have failed to load, flash videos that never showed up and 50mb downloads that took five days to finish. Errors like those can easily be blamed on the connection speed, the browser and even the server that hosts the files I download but I’ve actually never encountered those errors with my ISP before. What a perfect way to keep me away from my laptop and the internet this summer.

And here I was thinking summer would have been the best time to catch up on my blog. Guess not.

My nephew has an unhealthy obsession with that Heigh Ho song from Snow White. He listens to it when he wakes up in the morning. He watches it on YouTube while eating his snacks. He has commandeered my iPod and plays in on repeat. Heck, even my old Snow White VHS is already worn out by the constant replaying of that Heigh Ho sequence.

I mean, once is enough, twice is too much, thrice is overkill, twenty-one times is enough to numb my brain and drive me to the brink of insanity. I f*cking hear that f*cking song everywhere I f*cking go. But then again, if the song makes him happy, then I’d gladly play in on repeat on my iPod.

I must have been so fucked up last night that I “accidentally” deleted my posts from April 2004 to August 2006. I didn’t realize I had deleted two and a half years of entries until I saw that I only have imported my posts from August 2006 to my new blog. The same thing happened four years ago when I moved my blog and forgot to backup my entries from 2003.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I feel sluggish. I feel like staying home and sleeping the whole day. This is bad.

I need something to get excited about. A new pair of shoes? A new phone? A visit from Mom, perhaps?

I always feel like this after spending a long time in BCD. I hate feeling this way because it makes me unproductive. This is so bad.

Homesickness sucks.

Damn that PE class, now I have to wait until lunch time to get my copy of HP7. I would have wanted to line up at Powerbooks for free coffee and donuts to go with my book but alas, I have to be in school.

Oh well, Harry can wait. Can’t he?

I want to watch Harry Potter.

As in.
Now na.

But I think I’ll wait until I finish re-reading the book and then I’ll watch the movie. So I guess Harry has to wait until next week.

I think I may have a bad case of Wiiitis.

I don’t mind the sore shoulders really but I have a practical test in basketball later. So yeah, sore shoulders be damned.

I just got out of the hospital a couple of days ago. I was in the hospital for almost a week because of a fever that wouldn’t go away. I wish I could say that my time in the hospital was a boring but quite the contrary, it was rather enjoyable.

Though I definitely didn’t enjoy the almost daily blood test.