Okay, so I said I’d be busy. And so I am. I’ve got my grades and my editorial duties to worry about. Being an assistant director/real director fucking sucks (asdfghjkl, King Lear, y u an old man who acts liek baby?).
I can’t write fanfiction anymore. Not even if I wanted to. There just isn’t any time.
As I type this down, it’s nearly 1 AM, Sunday morning.
I just spent the (Satur)day at school, attempting to help unfortunate children have a fun afternoon… while speaking in Filipino. I managed to get away with not speaking much, but I’m still deathly afraid of children. Especially large swarms of them that appear out of nowhere and appear to want to eat you up with their smiles and laughter and frigging energy.
I get out feeling accomplished, and like shit at the same time. My mom suddenly wants to watch Breaking Dawn. It’s not even worth talking about, though I will say that I laughed my ass off.
After I get home, relax a bit, and finish a movie on television, I finally decide to check Tumblr.
INTERNET IS AS AWESOME AS EVER. FROSTY IS A MOTHER. LIFE HAS GONE ON WITHOUT ME.
I can only offer the largest of OTLs.