The Girl in the Dirty Shirt

Rise Electric

Saturday, September 30, 2006

My life is dictated by electricity. Ever since the power outage, whatever smidgen of normalcy I had in my life was shut down too, leaving me to spend the past few days living in this strange little funk: not caring about my thesis, which was supposed to be due on the 29th, not caring about my eyes, which have been strained from all the reading I've done by pure candlelight, not caring about my funds, which were dwindling to begin with and have now been pretty much obliterated thanks to all my trips out to Happy Mall Land.

The Day the City Died, also known as Thursday, was spent with Pubey Boy, who was also going mad in the dark. We ended up watching Step Up, this godawful Save the Last Dance rip-off, and feeling sorry for Rachel Griffiths, who apparently couldn't get a decent role since Six Feet Under went six feet under.

Friday was first spent alone in Mega, where I checked my mail and received some strange news. Feeling unsettled, unsure whether to feel hopeful, screwed or absolutely neutral, I just kept pacing the mall and wound up back home much earlier than expected. Fortunately, Jakes was also going mad in the dark, so I ran off to the House of Decadence and spent the rest of the night with him, Bigs and, for a few moments, a typically tipsy Lee.

I was still feeling a bit out of it this morning, not completely able to recover from the randomness of the previous two days, but then I received the loveliest news from Ma'am Beni.

I got into the Ateneo Nationals. Woooooooooo. Hoooooooooooo. :)

So there. Something solid. A happy thought to get me through the last three weeks of this semester.

Best feed on more electricity now, while I'm here in my mother's office. Goobai.

posted by marguerite @ 1:02 PM