Slackmeister

You know how it feels when you miss a deadline but you still kinda hope that even if you submit your work a little late that your prof will give you a chance because you still put in all that effort and took the risk but it feels so futile because you know that if you were your own prof, you wouldn't buy that shit from yourself and so you just get tamad and the laziness overcomes that little hope gnawing at your little heart and you end up settling for a low grade? That's kind how it is with me and blogging. I'm *officially* going on blogging hiatus, bLOA if you will. Peace out.

My life is boring. I hate sounding suicidal, because I'm not. I am really just bored shitless. I am thinking of quitting RO. It's getting boring too. Maybe I just need something to replace the joy vacuum. Them stoics are right. Too much pleasure does cause pain. Hmm...so what'll it be next? Drugs, sex, gambling? Decisions, decisions.

Oh and yeah, it's the year of the gay rooster according to some astrologists on crack.* Fabulous, except they say it will be a fickle year filled with empty talk as a result. Eh? What kind of message is the Philippine Daily Inquirer sending to its readers? Gender stereotyping is not part of responsible journalism.