FREE TIME IS THE BEST

Dear Diary,

Tuesday
We picked our monitas today. Mine is someone I don't see myself making friends with (ansama, haha), even though I haven't been her classmate ever so I have no basis for making judgements. It just tops off the reaaaally brilliant day. An unhappy day.

Wednesday
Misha "adopted" the kitty in the flowerbox. Nyah, it really is a baby little thing on wobbly legs! We took pictures of it and tried to give it a decent name, in which we didn't succeed. I petted it and held it whenever Misha had to do something. Well actually, I held it in my skirt, on which it just clung to like crazy. It nearly drove me crazy; I had kitty germs all over my skirt!

But it really is one of the cutest things-- even cuter than Antonio Bandera's famous Puss in Boots with the huge eyes. I hope, for Misha's sake, that the kitty isn't afflicted with The-world-is-my-litterbox syndrome.

After playing with the kitten, I think I want to take care of something... a few months older. Or maybe not at all right now.

Went to Leann's birthday party after. I think... I ingested too much NaCl. Ah mojos.


Thursday
We did the cookout. I had to commute because Mom was so busy. I commuted to CAINTA with Dad. Just a thought: I HATE COMMUTING. Because the weather sucks and the pollution is ghastly. I can say the same for the sights and smells of different places. Hindi naman sa pag-iinarte, pero nakakasama ng araw ang pagcommute sa malalayong lugar.
The cookout was no better. Sure, we somehow managed to make the dishes, but not as organizedly and enthusiastically as I had hoped. Gastronomic delights. The venue wasn't as, er, conducive to cooking. It was a mess, so I skipped lunch instead. Oh the irony of it all, spending all morning to cook food and ending up being hungry.

We did the IP experiment after, but it was so f****d up that it's irritating. I agreed to go to the cookout, provided that time in doing the experiment after wouldn't be compromised. Unfortunately. Shit happened. Two hours behind schedule and my groupmate so worried about how to go home (commute lang siya e tapos malayo pa bahay niya, so I understand)... it wasn't the most productive mood to begin with. But we did it somehow, though we were stumped at how to convert liters to grams and vice versa; a feat deemed impossible by common sense, if I'm not mistaken. Well... we couldn't figure out how to fix the proportions. But we had a final product by the end of it, and I must say, inspite of all that groping in the dark and banging our heads, inspite of being hot and thirsty and irritated, inspite of wading through shit and all, our ointment actually feels right, just a little softer than petroleum jelly.

Way to go.

Today
Did the Review of the Related Lit part of the paper. I think we might have to submit the draft late, with this rate of accomplishing things. Strangely enough, I don't feel that pressured. Maybe because I have Erika with me, who's soaking up the stress like a sponge. A stress sponge. I secretly demoted myself and promoted her to Leader status, but she'd get mad so I'm happily assisting her assist me, which isn't bad at all.