Semestral heck

I’ve been 2 days off the first semester - damn, my body has never showed so much signs of tiredness. I feel my hands dancing to a melody only they can hear. I guess they were too used with moving so much. What with all the paperworks I needed to accomplish and all the final exams I had to get rid of.

My head was also pounding a while ago. I don’t know if it’s because I read the Harry Potter book for a few good hours, but I guess it has also something to do with facing the computer every now and then last semester. I am glad it is over, though I couldn’t help from being sad that my favorite Literature class will have to end.

As of the moment I am trying to pull myself and do some new things. I still read, but this time for imaginative purposes, as well as language purposes. Since I do not watch TV anymore, I sometimes find it hard to keep up with my vocabulary. Well, my vocabulary was never really good. Sometimes I just try to understand them the way I wanted to. Funny, huh?

I also look through the net for free movies. I hate having to go to the pueblo and discharge another 15 pesos for a scratchy movie.

I cleaned the house first thing in the morning, like I cleaned our room first thing in the morning yesterday. Fain I would see lesser dusts, or that my nose could feel lesser dusts, because, really, my nose is not fond of them. They make me Rudolph-nosed.

I had a fight - too bad - with myself. That really makes me say FUCK all over and over again.

I hope this semester will go well. I cannot take anymore stealing under the roof where I am today. It just makes you lose your trust to a lot of people.

I guess that would be it for this entry. I am writing another about something. I will to separate it from here ’cause that’ll bombard my title.

I’m just tired. I hope I caould exile myself somewhere and just pause from seeing some people particularly one person, as well as my profs.