beingbeaple

Eveything has a negative side-effect attached to it. (The mere act of having a crush could leave a person traumatized for life!) This is the best way to describe the life of a laptop owner such as myself. See, everytime I want to use the computer, I still have to dismantle it and set it - all the manual setting up by clumsy hands like mine have resulted in one of the screws of notebook being loose. If I want to print something, I still have to unearth the printer from its dusty box, assemble everything needed for a safe printing session, and pray that the cartridge has enough ink to suffice. Of course, if I want to log on to the Internet, I still have to wait for quite some time before I can get through to the rest of the world.

Either way, having a laptop has its perks. I can carry it anywhere I want to go - of course, I’d have to put up with its ridiculous weight on my shoulder - and I even get a little swollen up with pride when people congratulate me for acquiring a laptop (cause even though my Compaq isn’t really the best or anything, it’s still a laptop).

Ah. The joys of a simple-minded person.

Although the prom season does inspire a great deal of excitement among the general population of Juniors and Seniors, it also HONESTLY causes a lot of hassle, especially for those who want to look best and those who want to look halfway decent for even just one night. If it were not for the fact that I have decided to continually insult myself with jibes and criticisms, I would say that I belong to the second group, composed of people who only join the prom for the sake of tradition (and for fear of missing out on something good and being unable to relate with conversation topics) and egging-on by their close friends.

The prom is the best excuse to spend a lot of cash on superficial materials such as gowns, shoes, makeup, hair care, facial care, manicure, pedicure, photo packages to record the twice-in-a-lifetime occasion, transportation expenses, etc. (Those count only for a girl, since I’ve never heard of guys - as in high school guys - who have had pedicures or manicures.) Still, even with all the yakking on about how sad it is to be leaving the school (for us Seniors, anyway), the careful dinner where you would rather do anything than get any stain on your top-of-the-line outfit, and the ubiquitous smiles intended for the long introduction march, the whole thing is pretty fun… especially when it’s time to dance. Everyone forgets the formality of the evening as the craziest dance songs hit the speakers.

Either way, I am having trouble with this prom season cause my pimples are not cooperating (So what’s new?) and I’m having second thoughts about my gown color and I’m worried that my skin might be in different shades at different places (cause I’m naturally white but since most of my arms are exposed to harsh sunlight, they’re darker than the rest of my body). Even so, I wouldn’t lie and say I’m not excited, in the least, because I am. I so am ready to parade up there whatever gown I’m wearing, whatever hideous organisms my, in Mac’s words “faceless shape” would hold, and whatever skin color my arms have. Who cares???

Honestly, who does?

Okay, so maybe I do. But still…

All the blood in my body moved to my head the moment I googled the result for the ACET passers, found the "supposed" UPCAT passers instead, and clicked the link….

which led me to a site with no mention of any test at all.

I mean, false alarm. False alarm, I was just going nuts there. It’s just that I’m really scared of failing ACET and UPCAT. Well, for ACET it’s more of pride actually; I just don’t want to fail. But for UPCAT, it’s a different story. I really want to go to UP Diliman, you know?

brrr… brrr… The blood is still rushing to my head. My fingers are numb and I can’t think straight. Oh well..

Sorry for not being able to read your comments and recent blog entries just yet, guys. I’m into hex for now, and I’m really getting too addicted to it for comfort.

Congrats to all the passers for La Salle and Ateneo, esp. Mary, who passed both!

            The legendary Accounting removal exam is over! I just came from school, where from 8:30 to 10:00 A.M. I counted money for a certain V. Cholokoy who probably doesn’t exist, wiped my sweaty palms on any other surface aside from my worksheet, mopped by wet forehead, and joined the rest of 4 Wisdom as we swore under our breath – although no one could keep up with Carlo’s diatribe, bless him. Of course, there’s the ubiquitous sharing of answers, but I won’t write any more about that for fear of setting a bad example to my younger readers (as if).

            The actual exam wasn’t very difficult actually. For the first time (as far as I can remember, anyway), I had fun solving the problems and, in his own words, “bombs” that Sir bombarded us with. After all that trouble with the wr*****d PRT I thought I wouldn’t be able to solve much of Interest problems, but this time around they seemed so… nice to me. I mean, they didn’t make my head spin or anything like that. (My eyes hurt, but then again, they often do so that’s no surprise.) And I hope, I think, I actually scraped a passing grade with that exam.

            Assuming I got the values right, of course.

            I’m currently listening to Breaking Free by Vanessa and Zac on the radio. It reminds me of the time the High School Musical Fever hit the school and I felt so out of place for not seeing it yet. Hearing people talk about it with fervor and enthusiasm drove me insane – mainly because I couldn’t relate – so I convinced my mother to go DVD hunting with me. So there we were, roaming the grounds outside Limketkai, asking each shop if they had the bloody DVD. In the end we found one, but it took us about two hours of walking just to find it…

            What??? I just want to share the info. It makes me smile.

I know, I know. I should be studying Accounting like the other 102 (102 cause there are 110 of us Seniors - after Jay R left - and seven passed the exam…) who are probably poring over their worksheets right now, but I just can’t beat to stare at all those numbers for another minute. Seriously. It’s bad enough that I have trouble counting my change and now I have to calculate transactions for servicing and merchandising firms? How evil is that?

I even made a fool of myself in board work earlier. How was I supposed to know my own version of the interest problem solution was far from the actual thing? For crying out loud, I never knew about that PRT thing…. huhuhu… yeah, yeah, I’m in fourth year I should probably know about that by now. And you know what, I do know it NOW. I didn’t know it earlier!

So yes, more than seven eights of the Senior student population is going to take the removal tomorrow morning at eight. This test is supposed to be harder than the first and if we all failed the first then how are we supposed to pass this one?

Sigh. For now, I am going to mugglenet and hex, okay?