And her nose starts to bleed a most beautiful ruby red

I just got up from a three-hour nap, only to find that the Internet is down. Wonderful..I planned to work on my History homework tonight but obviously there’s nothing I can do about it right now. I think I’ll just go rot in front of the TV along with my sister.

Although we did a lot of stuff in school today, it was still kind of a semi-boring day. The day began with the Filipino Week Celebration. The Filipiniana dress I had to wear for the Cari�osa dance was not only very short (it only reached the middle of my shins…not only does it looks ridiculous but no self-respecting Filipina in the olden days would dare show her naked ankles) but it was also incredibly itchy and tight. I couldn’t breathe in the damn thing, and the panty-thing in the costume made it even more uncomfortable because it gave me a major wedgie. Later on, I learned that the reason why it was so short was because it was used for a ballet. Wow. The girl who owned it must’ve been a pretty small girl. Thank God we were the third to perform…I didn’t care that we sucked big-time because the bossiest girl made the most mistakes. I was just glad that I could finally wiggle out of my body-fitting Filipiniana and change back into my uniform. After getting some food into my stomach, Maricris, Glaiza and Kapst decided to forget about finishing the programme since it was being held in the gym. It was hot, uncomfortable and boring in there because grade-school kids would perform and you know how boring their presentations can get sometimes. So we instead sat around the classroom and talked until the program was over…it wasn’t extremely exciting but it was certainly a million times better than staying in the gym getting bored out of our minds and getting a sore back from sitting on the high bleachers.

Then during the afternoon, the grade school and high school departments trudged inside the auditorium to watch the play I’d been hearing so much about: A Fragrant Rose, which is about the life of Santa Rosa de Lima. I was so pissed and disappointed when the director didn’t choose me when I auditioned for the play, and as I stood in queue I wondered if the play would be worth all that disappointment. Once it was over, I was glad I didn’t get chosen–the play sucked. The school’s Dance Club performed in it and they were quite good, and so was the Glee Club. But the rest was completely boring. Not only could I barely hear the performers but their lines sounded so recited–monotonous and without emotion. Plus all Saint Rose did (in the play) was pray in the grotto and receive visions of hell, and although that’s quite scary it’s certainly not exciting enough to be turned into a play. Then I remember reading once in the Book of Saints that Saint Rose would scourge herself and made a crown of thorns out of iron for penance. How come they didn’t include all that bloody stuff? They’re the only things that gave excitement to her life. Why couldn’t have the school chosen a patron saint who got tortured and killed by the Romans in the arena? That would’ve made one heckuva play!

We didn’t go to the Power Plant today as planned…maybe tomorrow, if they still feel like going out. I feel so fat..yuck. I wish my period would hurry up and come so I could get rid of all this weight.