Bathrobe Fury

I woke up today and spent thirty minutes finding my bathrobe. Annoyed by the fact that it was under my bed the whole time I was poking around every room in the house, I made a cup of coffee to simmer down. Decided to take the first sip of my seemingly delicious coffee, I never knew it was steaming hot and I singed my tongue badly. This day is going to be rough.

I’m going back to the city today. I’m going to clear out all my liabilities at school and hopefully help out in issuing receipts at FD office. I still have a huge amount of debt at the Filipiniana Section of the University Library. I mean huge, like 500 or so. I hope the librarian will not give me that pestering you’re-an-impertinent-student- aren’t-you ashamed-of-yourself kind of look. Peace out lady.

I have a lot in my to-do list today. I need rock music to perk me up. Let’s see, searching, searching, ahh, here, girly but audacious, just what I need. KSM. I Want You to Want Me.

By the way, I’ve been thinking about something for the past few days and I decided to finally do it. I’m not ready to take the cover yet, but to put a lid to the entire idea, I’ll blog about it tomorrow, or so. It’s not about anyone or anything. It’s about me. It’s giving myself the attention it deserves, not from anyone but from me. I know I’m confusing you, I’m a bit confused myself. Two months from now I’m turning 18. It’s something I should do before I become a real lady.