I just feel like posting

Another week.

Please excuse my incoherent writing, I just finished my non-existent weekend and I'm preparing to have breakfast with an exam tomorrow. What cheery prospects. Of course, provided that the new Katipunan traffic scheme works itself out and we get to strangle each other before we all die of fumes or worse, it'll just be another blasted day in another blasted week.

Two months into college and counting: I have just lost fifteen pounds, have gone down a cup size and am currently trying my best not to fail in Math 17. If anyone wants to slim down, you might as well go to UP and drag a freakishly huge bag along; technically, if you keep running around the campus with your house inside your backpack, it'll count as "working out". Thus, the slimming effect.

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It's strange. There are times when I feel like college is not my reality, like I'm supposed to be somewhere else, or that I'm supposed to be doing something different. It's still hard to wrap my head around the concept of joining an org, or the fact that there are no "classmates" in UP: just people, people, and more people. We are all floating around like dust motes in sunlight. It's strange not to be anchored anywhere else. Back in highschool, I used to consider my section as part of my identity. In the big wide world of UP, there is simply no such thing as a "section", let alone people you can count on/leech off. It's just you looking out for yourself.

I sadly have to admit: I'm not used to that.

I saw Ms Lanzona a while ago at Cherry Foodarama. Five months ago, she was my teacher. Five months ago, I was in high school. I briefly considered saying hi, but didn't; I also considered texting one of my friends just to say that I saw her, but I didn't. I realized: it's just not relevant anymore.

What do I miss?

Everything.