Friday was tiring again. We had our first CSDC general hanay and that just confirmed how bad I am at aligning myself with others. I am in the third tilap -- I am short -- and I can barely hear what Ma'am Puyat and Ma'am Tanjangco are telling us to do because I am deaf. Living with five other noisy kids has permanently damaged my ears and I am reaping what I have sowed during CSDC. I try my best to look five hundred meters away, but I guess I'm just not cut out for this stuff.
I have to say for myself though because when Ma'am Bacani pulled on my shirt, she told me, "Nice shirt." No, it didn't mean that the shirt flattered me, as I do not know how a tightly tucked in PE t-shirt can flatter anyone, instead it means that no matter how hard she tugged at my shirt, it wouldn't come off. I had an un-lousy shirt. Ha! That's what tucking it in with four layers of clothes can do to you. Sure, I couldn't breathe and I couldn't bend and I couldn't eat much, but I got the satisfaction of being told that my shirt was nice. Thank you, Ma'am Bacani, you made the entire afternoon worthwhile.
I finally watched Spiderman 2 and I have to say that I liked it. I'm no film critic, but I really enjoyed the film. Even if I really felt bad when Peter Parker always seemed to be getting the worst in life, he still came out on top. It's so obvious though that a sequel is in the works. It's all over the ending.
And what's up with Harry Osborn turning BAAAAAD! That can't be. Why? Well, Spiderman will surely kill him and therefore no more hot James Franco for me and Hani to adore. Why oh why did he have to be the bad dude? It could have been Mary Janes abandoned fiance. He has a reason for revenge too! Why Harry??? This is a disgrace. I just don't know how I'm going to get through the third movie.</center>
My brothers and I went on a mini-excursion through the grocery after that. We are amateurs. We do not know how to do this stuff. Well, Pio was the most well-versed. He seemed to know the place inside out. Shame on me though. I used tag along with my mom all the time and now I am as clueless as the next lazy homebody who doesn't know crap about grocery shopping. Oh well, that's why I was never fit to be the domesticated housewife in the first place.
And today, I am about to embark on a journey of doing all my homework while studying for sessions tests and quizzes all at the same time. This is what you get for not balancing time. Yes, this is what you get for being good at time management. Well, screw it all. I had a fun weekend, catching up on my Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire -- for the nth time, I'm really excited for the sixth book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and no it's not Harry or Voldemort -- and sleeping in during the early morning. So what if I have a ton of work to do for tomorrow, right now, I'm quite happy with myself.