Voulez vouz coucher avec moi, ce soir?

Today was okay. We didn’t have our afternoon classes today because we had a math quiz-bee thingie, which bored me half out of my mind. Oh well. Anything is better than having classes or quizzes. And I won’t be having any classes tomorrow as well because of our sort of field trip. The only sucky thing is that I’ll be working like anything this weekend on projects, therefore I won’t be going out on any gimmicks. Guess how many projects I have to finish? Five. Guess how many unit tests I have on Monday? Six. Something tells me I might not get very high grades this quarter, but I’ll try my best. I’ve always wanted to be in the top ten, but if I can’t make it this quarter, well there’s always a next time.

I’ve never really been interested in politics and crap, but this President Joseph Estrada (Erap) impeachment is something to talk about. Actually, I don’t have much opinions on it, except that I’m glad to be rid of him because he never did anything to improve our economy and the lifestyles of the poor Filipino people. His election slogan was “Erap para sa mahirap” (Erap for the poor)–yeah right. The only thing that happens to the poor is that they just get poorer. He has been getting richer and richer cos of the jueteng gambling lords. I just hope that the person who will replace him will take care of our economy, unite Mindanao with the rest of us and finally make us a developed country.

Oh yeah, I might start on my swimming this weekend. My mom went to YMCA today and asked about schedules and stuff. It’s not a very plush place so I’m not counting on meeting any cute guys, but it’s a great place to train and once I become very good, maybe I’ll go somewhere else and enter competitions. That’s what I really want to do, to be in a team and win competitions. I mean, most of the time I feel like I never really accomplished anything in my life. I know that I can write and stuff, but no one in my school knows that I’m any good at it cos for some weird reason, the school newspaper hasn’t been published until now. If I was an athlete, maybe my ego would be boosted a little. I’d have something to really be proud of. Maybe everyone’s image of me would change. Everyone thinks I’m so damn fragile. What am I, made out of porcelain? I hope I’m not a hopeless case, because the last time I had done any serious swimming was when I was eight years old.

If only _____ were here, I’d be the happiest girl in the world.