Bloody FUCK. I am alive, hurrah.XP

FINALS FINALLY FINAL. I mean, over. ekk

Just woke up from a four-hour snooze after three days of accumulated fifteen hours of sleep. That's about five hours per day. The rest of the time spent on oh, bloody fucking studying for the bloody fucking fucked finals, of course. OH JOY, I am going to fail that big crusty booger Politics. Oh joy oh joy oh joy. Grades so far:

Mathematics - 1.0!XD
Information Technology - 1.25 (wtf. 1.25 lang!X0 I was expecting 1.25!XP)

So that's about it for now. Haven't received the others yet. Classes for the next semester:

(Just figured, haven't eaten in the past, what, 29 hours.o.o Horrible. Now my little precious bulate is roaming around my intestines and would eventually find that seemingly brilliantly glittering little hellhole of hope out my anus. I am not in the condition of writing, obviously, because the dregs of caffeine withdrawal remaining in my body (Mind, I've been drinking an average of 8 cups the past days (digression: I can drink a cup people! I can eat plates too!XP) just to run my cerebral motor chewing political science bulls.) now where was I? Oh yes, I am HUNGRY. But that's not where I was, is it? (Should that be was I? but then again I have nothing to say but then again because I forgot what I was about to say. But then again.) Ah yes, the shiny scintillating glitter of hope down my wazoo. Because of the e-colli, right. And I am not in the condition of writing since I felt like slinking back to sleep while a back when I found myself blankly staring at the ceiling listening to the e-colli trudge along the labyrinths of my intestinal tract. And yes, I am HUNGRY and I have nothing to eat, save for another cup of coffee which wouldn't alleviate the squiggly jillingaling carolinging worm in my tummy. And I am blogging because I have no reason to reason out that unreasonable reason to you which wouldn't be quite a glamorous line of logical reasoning since I am blogging because I am staring at the ceiling, a non sequitur to put, an ad hoc whatsoever they call it in Latin which all means the same mobungo (of course it isn't, I knowwwwwwwwww don't fugging fuss bout it, bah.) and I am HUNGRY and my mind couldn't figure out how to reject the complexly illogical idea of hunger out of my biological cravings since HUNGER is not real to begin with just as poverty is the mere presence of HUNGER in the midst of conscious effort to acknowledge hunger because hunger is but a figment of one's imagination which could only be eradicated in the supreme transience of exclusive meditation. And about my classes for the next semester...XP)

English 12 - The study of representative/landmark texts that have changed the world.
Instructor: Ma. Odine de Guzman.

Comparative Literature 111 - comparing literature! Literature of planet Earth versus the literature of planet Alpha Centauri!XP
Instructor: Jose Dalisay Jr. (WTF WTF WTF! The Philippine National Book Awardee!XD)

Creative Writing 100 - writing in the most creative way muhihihi
Instructor: Gerardo Los Banos (The n should be enye but since I'm using Linux the farting ALT thingy wouldn't work. Grattit.)

Spanish 10 - basic Spanish

Latin 11 - Intermediate Latin (WHAT! After nearly failing Latin you have the GALL to even take advanced classes! What are you! A candle!)

en I'm tryin ta git PE classes--*Scrabble* and Power YOGAH and another three-unit class which would indubitably require me to queue on the virtual pila and haggle among shuffling pestered SABOG students of UP Diliman by the coming enrolment.

And I am HUNGRY.

The title--Gee, why are you an etch?--simply means G Y R U N H, hungry unscrambled. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK. Geeeeee, etch?? Eff you see key?o_0 What a balding forking letter is KEY? A B C D E F G ETCH I J KEY L M N O P. Spell KEY! Key, eeee, why. Spell WHORE! Double vee (yes, it's originally double vee and why would you call it double you in the first place?? You don't look double now do you? u_u << snob smiley!:p « tongue smiley!:pp « double tongue smiley!:D << happy smiley!:DD << double chin smiley!XP), etch, you, oh!, are, eeeeeeeee. Whore. I am a whore of, err, I am just a quasiwhore or pseudowhore or a whoresque of blogging. (Whoresque is cute little critter for a URL donnit?)

And I'm suppose to eat something otherwise the colonies of e-colli spelunking in the cakes of brown slush in my nether regions shall have to burst out of that asshole and sack my whole apartment. I don't mind that, but the trace of brown e-colli footmarks on my floor won't be tolerated.

Wala nang pasok!XD Inuman na!XD

Drat drat. I miss my brother.

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