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sometimes people bore me to death.
honestly.
so it's not enough for me to get bored every two minutes. now i even get bored when i talk to the guy i once had a crush on. is that even normal? i mean, normally i'd be thrilled, like, jumping-for-joy thrilled, but now....well, i'm not. so not. now i only think he's deadly boring.
which leads us to...
I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM ANYMORE! YAY!!!
thank god.
i was talking to him just last night (morning, actually. it was about 2am) and honestly, all he ever did was mutter. i hate people who mutter. i know *i* mutter a lot, but that doesn't necessarily mean that i have to like co-mutterers. and besides, i never understand a word mutterers mutter. they're always like, "mumblemumble, mumblemumblemumble" and stuff. and i'm always like, "say what?!" and then I'm always the one who looks (and sounds) stupid. i hate looking (and sounding) stupid.
come to think of it, i think he really *does* likes me. (okay, i know what y'all are sayin'..."you've said that a gazillion times before...so why should we believe you *now*???") i mean, i wouldn't even *dare* tell someone to call me at 12:34am. that's, like, peak sleeping hours for normal people. but obviously he knows my sleeping habits (and by sleeping habits i mean he knows that i'm up till two friday and saturday nights). but last night was a different story. i passed out after ally mcbeal (again).
i hate it when i pass out. normally i pass out after ally mcbeal. i think my brain uses ally mcbeal as a signal. maybe my brain's like, "okay, no more james marsden. you can pass out now." and then i do. pass put, i mean. and then i realized this afternoon that i watch nothing *but* ally mcbeal. not even because of all the passing out after it. my sister and i were watching something on abs-cbn this afternoon and i was like, "dati pa ba yan?" (i was referring to the the station id, or whatever you call the sort-of video where they show all the actors and actresses "bonding" with normal people like us--and immerse themselves in ethyl alcohol afterwards. just kidding.) and the same thing with that super ferry jingle i heard when i was riding the bus to the mall din. only after it finished did i realize that it was the same one they were singing at school. honestly. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND ME TV-HATING SELF?
anyways, back to my interrupted friday-and-saturday-night sleeping habits. as i was saying, i passed out after ally mcbeal. so i slept half the night in front of the tv. (and nobody even bothered to wake me up. i have such sweet siblings. not.) so when my mom and dad came home (at about 12:30am), they found me drooling on the couch. (kidding. obviously.) they were like, "hoy, bumaba ka na. dun ka na matulog. eto pala ung cellphone mo, may nag-text sayo." (when i have kids, i'll never say "hoy" to them. ever.) the message said something like, "ei..twagan mo ko..suncell to.." (or something along those lines). so i replied, "cno po 2?" (being the polite girl that i am). so he was like, "_____ ________ p0h..." (don't try counting the blanks, everything here's random). so i called him (being the pushover that i am. besides, i *still* had a crush on him then.)
WAIT---IS THAT PARENT TRAP THAT I'M HEARING??? OMG, THEY'VE STARTED WATCHING MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME WITHOUT ME!!! #$%@&*!!! BRB!!!
honestly.
so it's not enough for me to get bored every two minutes. now i even get bored when i talk to the guy i once had a crush on. is that even normal? i mean, normally i'd be thrilled, like, jumping-for-joy thrilled, but now....well, i'm not. so not. now i only think he's deadly boring.
which leads us to...
I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM ANYMORE! YAY!!!
thank god.
i was talking to him just last night (morning, actually. it was about 2am) and honestly, all he ever did was mutter. i hate people who mutter. i know *i* mutter a lot, but that doesn't necessarily mean that i have to like co-mutterers. and besides, i never understand a word mutterers mutter. they're always like, "mumblemumble, mumblemumblemumble" and stuff. and i'm always like, "say what?!" and then I'm always the one who looks (and sounds) stupid. i hate looking (and sounding) stupid.
come to think of it, i think he really *does* likes me. (okay, i know what y'all are sayin'..."you've said that a gazillion times before...so why should we believe you *now*???") i mean, i wouldn't even *dare* tell someone to call me at 12:34am. that's, like, peak sleeping hours for normal people. but obviously he knows my sleeping habits (and by sleeping habits i mean he knows that i'm up till two friday and saturday nights). but last night was a different story. i passed out after ally mcbeal (again).
i hate it when i pass out. normally i pass out after ally mcbeal. i think my brain uses ally mcbeal as a signal. maybe my brain's like, "okay, no more james marsden. you can pass out now." and then i do. pass put, i mean. and then i realized this afternoon that i watch nothing *but* ally mcbeal. not even because of all the passing out after it. my sister and i were watching something on abs-cbn this afternoon and i was like, "dati pa ba yan?" (i was referring to the the station id, or whatever you call the sort-of video where they show all the actors and actresses "bonding" with normal people like us--and immerse themselves in ethyl alcohol afterwards. just kidding.) and the same thing with that super ferry jingle i heard when i was riding the bus to the mall din. only after it finished did i realize that it was the same one they were singing at school. honestly. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND ME TV-HATING SELF?
anyways, back to my interrupted friday-and-saturday-night sleeping habits. as i was saying, i passed out after ally mcbeal. so i slept half the night in front of the tv. (and nobody even bothered to wake me up. i have such sweet siblings. not.) so when my mom and dad came home (at about 12:30am), they found me drooling on the couch. (kidding. obviously.) they were like, "hoy, bumaba ka na. dun ka na matulog. eto pala ung cellphone mo, may nag-text sayo." (when i have kids, i'll never say "hoy" to them. ever.) the message said something like, "ei..twagan mo ko..suncell to.." (or something along those lines). so i replied, "cno po 2?" (being the polite girl that i am). so he was like, "_____ ________ p0h..." (don't try counting the blanks, everything here's random). so i called him (being the pushover that i am. besides, i *still* had a crush on him then.)
WAIT---IS THAT PARENT TRAP THAT I'M HEARING??? OMG, THEY'VE STARTED WATCHING MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME WITHOUT ME!!! #$%@&*!!! BRB!!!
