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But you know, it's okay to giggle like a girl. What's ~not~ excusable is to start beating the counter in uncontrollable guffaws and setting off a spastic chain reaction of knocking down drinks. Having said that, I'm in one of my agreeable moods--if not agreeable, then at least, partially tolerable. I'm with my friends again and I couldn't care a fig for schoolwork! Ah, well... no, not reeeally. But then again, I'm not trying to impress any more unattainable colleges. Now if I get rejected from that what's-its-name-school, I will certainly ship my reject self back to the Philippines and write suicidal haikus in chalk while directing traffic in a pink poka-dotted mumu. I think that's the only fate fitting enough for someone of my woebegone caliber.

I'm sleepy. I have a mind to nap some. And then perhaps later have another lovely caffeine-sustained chat with Mr. Platonic. But damn, I am really sleepy. A little snooze would really be good right about now.

01.11.03 - 8:00 p.m.


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