Heaven send hell away

Finally, finally, finally, sem break has arrived! I kind of wish I didn’t go to school today because we did absolutely nothing of academic importance. First thing we had today was a rosary. Everyone in the school was gathered in the quadrangle and for us high schoolers it was absolute torture because we were standing in the part that faced the sun. And for someone who hates the sun as much as myself, it was such an awful experience. I don’t mind saying the rosary while I kneel on uncooked rice or what. Just don’t make me stand in front of the sun for an hour and a half! It seemed to go on forever, and what made it seem even more like forever was that the leaders said their prayers very slowly. So while the whole school Hail Maryed their way up to heaven, I twitched and squirmed like a restless child at church and prayed for the whole thing to be over soon.

After the excruciating rosary–which was as sorrowful as Jesus’ crucifixion, because of the heat I had to endure–we had a quick break and went to the auditorium to watch a beauty pagaent of some kids from first grade to third grade. It bored me after awhile but fortunately I brought my Discman with me. So I spent that time listening to my mixed CDs and my silverchair CDs while I tried to fall asleep. I couldn’t though; I had stupidly chosen a seat in front of a row of really noisy freshmen. They would scream and jeer at the contestants of the pagaent and they did it so loudly that every time they let out their banshee-like shrieks I would jump out of my skin. I swear, don’t their parents teach them poise and etiquette and good manners? Obviously not. A lot of people in my school have either lousy manners or are even more ignorant than the aboriginies of the Philippines. I can’t wait till graduation.

I went to Glyka’s house after school because we needed to find a topic for our investigatory project. God, I hate doing investigatory projects. We spend a lot of time and effort working on some ridiculous invention or concotion that we end up throwing in the trash. Why go through the hassle of making homemade highlighters when you can just buy one at the bookstore near you? Well eventually, we found one that told us how to make our own silver polisher so that was settled. We planned to go to Glaiza’s and chill there once we were through but when we got there we learned that she went to the mall. So Glyka and I just sound-tripped in her bedroom and talked until my dad picked me up. I found a silverchair article in one of her old issues of Dolly magazine and with her permission I cut up the pictures and the article and put it on my bedroom wall. It sucks how magazines don’t feature silverchair…perhaps I should write a letter to the editor of PULP! magazine.

Well so far I have no plans for this sem break except to go to the mall with Glyka and Dina on Tuesday. My novel is doing lousy. It’s weird; I know have a lot of great stuff for it but I just don’t know how to put it all together to make a really good story. Methinks I’ve lost my touch. So I guess the only thing I’ll really be doing is reading 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia-Marquez, and keeping a close watch on MTV for any silverchair videos.