See Ya’ll in Heaven

Today is the birthday anniversary of my late Uncle Oscar. He died of leukemia last April, one week after my great paternal grandmother died. I loooooove his sense of humor. He’d still be able to make people laugh even when he was sick. But at least before he died, he was able to make a videotape of himself (for my cousins ) teaching them about his “lechon” (roasted pig) and food business and some other stuff. And even though I never got to know him that well, I kind of miss him. I cried a lot at his funeral. He used to read my journal, and he mentioned that he couldn’t wait till he read about my first kiss. I guess he’ll never be able to. Damn. Hmm, I wonder if they have computers in heaven.

Martin really thinks I’m going to hell when I die. Okay, so he didn’t exactly say, “Ooh Lauren, I am God and I cast you down to Hell!” But he keeps telling me that he prays for me and stuff. Like one time , I was just being playful (when he asked me what the most important part of the mass is) and I said eyeing the cute guys . He was really worried for me. Sure, like he’s going to be canonized by the year 2000. It’s actually very likely that he will be. He is such a saint.

I’m beginning to become good friends with this popular girl, Angela. She used to be one of my close friends back in seventh grade but we sorta grew apart. Now she’s sitting at the chair next to me and despite her position in the social ladder, she’s very nice. A lot of people become total snobs once they get in the popular clique. I used to be friends with this girl before her pre-popular girl days. Now she hardly even talks to me. It’s really embarassing when you say “hi” to a person at the hall and she doesn’t say “hi” back.

Anyways, I have to go to bed. ‘Night!

Deliriously Happy

Something weird happened to me at school today. I was feeling fine all morning until a little after recess. My lower left abdomen started to hurt, like I’ve been stabbed or something. It hurt so much that I could hardly walk. So I went to the clinic with Nikki, took a pill and staggered back to the classroom. I thought that the pain would finally go away but it still hurt like hell. So I slept from third period to fifth period (that includes lunch), catching only bits and pieces of whatever we were discussing. Thankfully, I had enough strength left to jot down the homework. which saved my ass. The whole thing was so weird. I’ve never experienced pain like that and I never slept in class before. Someone must’ve told the teacher that I was sick because no one yelled at me or anything. And I don’t think I could’ve made the walk to the office of the Dean of Discipline.

Ugh, talk about PMS! Last night, I was staring at the picture of a previous love, when I suddenly burst into tears. My sister was asleep already; thank God, it would’ve been embarassing if she saw me crying. It was weird, I had barely given a crap about him till last night. I’d better go see how he’s doing, I miss him sorta.

Umm, I’ve got nothing else to say. Other than my little dilemma, today has been uneventful. Goodnight.

No One Stays the Same

Alex gave me her Version 2.0 CD because the second track (I Think I’m Paranoid) is busted. That sucks cause I Think I’m Paranoid would be the song that would best describe myself. Oh well, who cares, the rest of the CD is pretty cool. My favorite songs are When I Grow Up and Push It; I’ve been playing it the whole day yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not becoming a Garbage fan because I want to be “in” or whatever. I like Garbage cause I think their music is cool.

Today’s the last day of sem break. UGH! School sucks. Last night I dreamt that my History teacher got mad at me and talked to me after school. I just stared at the floor the whole time. Talk about your worst nightmare! History sucks and my History teacher is such a brain, I think she sucks too. Alex is soooo lucky, she doesn’t get to go back to school until Monday. Is it too late to transfer schools? Oh well, I’ve got three more days to go till the weekend comes. That’s good news I guess.

I’m so pissed at a lot of teachers at my school. My Science teacher is still annoying but I don’t give a damn about her anymore. Speaking of Science, we’ve got Lab tomorrow–two whole hours stuck with her. UGH. A lot of teachers in my school are sucky and intimidating but I don’t hate anyone else as much as I hate my seventh-grade Filipino teacher, Ms. D.

We were doing an oral test about Filipino folk songs. Now all oral tests are sucky but this was the suckiest of them all. In this oral test, you have to sing a Filipino folk song. It’s not enough that you know the lyrics; you have to know the tune too. Anyway, none of us were listening to the ones performing the oral test because a) their voices were too soft and b) it was so damn boring. So the whole class were completing projects at the last minute, with the exception of me. I was reading a book, the one I had bought in a booksale that morning.

So there we were, oblivious to our surroundings, too engrossed with the projects we were doing and the book I was reading. When suddenly, I felt someone grab the book from my hand. I looked up and saw the sneering, domineering face of my Filipino teacher. And then suddenly, I lost all my respect for her. She was being so infruriatingly unfair! My crime was that I was reading a book during her stupid oral test. But the others were doing even worse things; copying each other’s homework, doing each other’s hair. And she didn’t even scold them for being noisy. She chose to pick on me, the quiet one, the one that was being good. And I didn’t do anything wrong.

That was last year. I’m so glad she isn’t my Filipino teacher now. I would probably beat her up or something. Seriously.

Stuff to add to your Things and People To Pray For list:

1. That Lauryn won’t flunk anything this quarter.
2. That Lauryn would have enough self control so she won’t beat up any teachers.
3. That Lauryn wouldn’t be moving away.