When it rains...it fucking pours

I am pissed off due to a million reasons...

MOM: Pinalipat na kita ng BS Chemistry
ME: WHAT?!?! Why??
MOM: Mas madadalian kang...blahblahblahblah...

I couldn't hear the rest of it...the thought of studying in the course I never ever thought I would take made me deaf to my mom's words. She has got to be kidding me.
A lot happened and so I went to my room, slammed the door shut in this very VERY LOUD way that I worried for a sec if I ruined it, then wailed and wailed and well...wailed. What was I to do? I was afraid to shout at my mom because I might say words that may hurt her because at that moment I was hurt so so so so so BAD. I threw things in my room and then fixed them right after. I moved a few things around just to get my mind off the matter.
Pfft. Who was I kidding?! I can't get the fucking BS Chemistry off my mind.


Rehearsals of the STAGES production makes me sick like hell.
I quit.


Enough said.


I can't move. My body is tired.
Goodbye to all the workouts. Or not. Well, goodbye for now.


I never knew our next door neighbor plays a kick-ass drums. He plays kick-ass alright but the noise he makes made me want to KICK HIS ASS OUT THE PAVED STREET AND SHOVE THE DRUMSTICKS RIGHT UP HIS ASSHOLE SO HE CAN STOP ACTING LIKE HE'S A TEENAGE JUVENILE. Ugh. As if!


I cannnnnnn't sleep.