There’s such a thing as word vomit, as Mean Girls popularized it. It’s the same as puke-vomit, but instead of barf you unintentionally anti-digest words. It’s kind of more like a pathetic excuse for being frank. Ooops, word vomit.
Right now, I’m going to have a word vomit. There really are certain days and certain times wherein you have to dish out words, more like dispensing your thoughts in the Pensieve to keep your mind off things, as Dumbledore puts it.
It’s been swell these past few days. I’m enjoying the new “me” although there really isn’t much apparent change. The great thing is I think I’m becoming a more diligent student (oh yeah, then what am I still doing here?! :p). Just a while ago I had my SocSci3 class which ended quite late so I had to run my way to my next class which is at the far end (and when I say FAR, it’s FAAAR) of the campus. It was uberly sunny and I was dripping sweat when I arrived at the building only to find out that there was no class. The good thing about it was I wasn’t pissed off at the idea. Normally I would react to it by saying, “Sana hindi na lang ako pumasok!”. But no, I’m diligent now. Or so I think.
My SocSci3 crush is growing cuter by the minute. Love the hair, the smile. Marvelous! If only I have a name! Haha… I think now’s the time to start asking.
There. End of word vomit.
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