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Good Hope
Saturday, January 31, 2009 @ 11:21 PM

Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul. / And sings the tune—without the words, / and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson

You know what? Today was actually a good day.

First of all, I woke up early (hallelujah!) and I was able to edit/shorten the script for the Social play about the French Revolution. Then later in the day, people came to my place to work on the Health project—specifically Jiane (and oh Jiane, bring your flute again and we shall play, yay!), Joey, Mara, and Sophie, which is pretty pathetic since the group is actually composed of eight members—gah, Health groupmates, why?? But anyway, it wasn't all that bad because there was so much fun and funniness throughout the entire afternoon. Case-in-point, here were those bloggable moments:

1. Joey was a laughing machine!
2. Jiane locked herself in the bathroom when there was actually just a manual bolt she had to pull! xD
3. Jiane bumped into the kitchen door, LOL! (Way funnier than it sounds.)
4. Sophie's pregnant costume comprised of tiny pillows and socks for makeshift boobs that looked saggy in almost all the scenes, HAHA.
5. We're all insane.

Man, the entire day was just laughter and insanity, and the bloopers were just impossible to live through. Then after we did the project, I went off to Trinoma to meet my mom so that I could finally buy a prom dress, HAHA. But then again, that's a good sign because at least I felt some sense of responsibility. So I ended up getting purple and gray (purple for MC; gray for the Ateneo prom), and afterwards it was just a surge and splurge of shopping. New shoes, which were actually really good finds; Chinese food; The Coffee Bean, which was actually a shocker since my mom hates overpriced coffee shops; and I bought The Welsh Girl and The White Tiger! and that really made my day.

Today was still sort of weird though. I suspected it to have been more stressful and angsty, especially since I was shopping for a prom dress with my mom, who hates fat people like Iraqis hate Bush, and yeah she did make her you-are-so-ugly-fat-and-disgusting comments, but it was alright, I guess. (Except the first time we went into a store—majorly fucked! D8—but besides that, it was relatively livable. And plus it was hard to actually get mad at her since she was in such a weirdly eager, high-flying mood to shop, even for my mother, and she was agreeing to buy me stuff, so yeah. You're kind of just forced to go along.)

So it was a pretty good day. And I think my not-going-to-the-field-trip, I decided, was the last draw to my apathetic, asshole ways, so I hope this seemingly happiness or contentedness prolongs. Or whatever this actually is, I do know there's hope.