So, nothing has happened in the past few days, really. After getting back from Baguio, we had a rest day, during which I blogged, slept, and didn't get anything else done. Wednesday was a rain day, which is just like a snow day in the States, except the reason you can't go to school is because IT IS RAINING SO HARD THAT YOU CANNOT LEAVE YOUR HOUSE.

So that was...claustrophobic. No, actually, I did get a little writing done. It's probably bad. No, I'm sure it's bad, but hopefully nothing that a little revision can't fix.

Today I sucked at Filipino class (again - I hate being the sped kid, which I am in this class, because everyone else has TWO Filipino parents who BOTH speak the language and...well...I am at a disadvantage, people! Take pity on the white chick!), and then we watched Orapronobis, which, aside from being produced in the 80's which gives it that horrible, shoulderpadded feel that all 80's movies have, is really something everyone should watch even if they have no actual connection to the Philippines. Because dag, yo - the human right situation over here is messed up. Have I said that already? OH RIGHT.

Tomorrow is more human rights stuff, and I think I might skip it, because I have to get a move on with this writing business. Really, my lack of productivity, poetry-wise, has made me really nervous about...things? Like, I can write if I have deadlines. You know, poem-every-week type of deadlines. I've been writing here, but not much, and when I do sit down to write, it's like I have nothing to write about, even though more has happened to me in the past four weeks than in the past FOUR YEARS of my life. Possibly (prrrrrobably ) more. Maybe I'm just overstimulated.

Yahrite.

Oh, on another note: I never thought I would be so glad to get back to our little apartment bathroom in Manila Did I note that I took the COLDEST SHOWER ON THE PLANET while in Baguio? No? WELL I DID. Really what it consisted of was standing around in a bathroom that had an open window and a fan (connected to the light switch so you COULD NOT TURN IT OFF WTF) blowing the 50-degree Baguio air into the 50-degree bathroom and then dumping a bucket of 50-degree water onto my head. I am surprised that I did not die because, you know, when you are that cold, you sort of forget to breathe.

Something something "builds character" something something? Mrrrrrr

Okay. It's late. I should try to finish up this bad poem that I am writing, then get some bad sleep, because I took an ill-advised two-hour nap this afternoon. OOPS.


(PS mostly I am posting this because I found this new icon and it makes me lol)