A real sweet girl–is that all I’ll ever be?

I just got back from a hip-hop party at school. I wasn’t supposed to go because today is the kind of day where I feel like just staying at home and doing nothing without feeling guilty because I have no schoolwork to do yet. But I felt some need to contact the world of the living since I had skipped the last day of the school fair and the cheerleading competition. Speaking of the competition, the seniors lost and for the first time in history, the freshmen grabbed the championship. It certainly was a humbling experience for my proud batchmates. My sister watched the whole thing and she said several seniors actually cried when they found out we lost. Like how shallow can you get? Then again, cheerleading is the only thing a lot of my batchmates are good at (not to be mean–they said it themselves). Without it, they are…nothing. I felt kind of sorry for them, for about five minutes. And then I went on with my life.

The hip-hop party was okay. Not particularly fun, but not very boring either. Just okay. I really don’t know why I had to drag Angelica all the way to Beauty Bar at the mall just so we could put on makeup (I can slowly but surely feel myself getting addicted to the stuff), when all my efforts went unnoticed anyway. Well actually, they weren’t entirely unnoticed. But then there wasn’t really anyone to look cute for. Same old Bosconians were present. Other than this cute John Mayer-ish guy who looked taken, the only decent guys around were the guys from the play, but then I don’t talk to them because so many girls are flirting with them or chasing them already. I don’t want them to think that I’m interested in dating them or anything. Some guys can be like that–talk to them once, and they assume you want to get married. I was surprised though, when one of the guys asked me why I wasn’t at the cast dinner thing last night. Hmm. So I guess I’m not entirely invisible after all.

I went home early because I got tired of dancing, and cos I’m not a very good dancer anyway. I’m not entirely stiff or anything; in fact, I can dance choreographed steps very well. But when I have to think of my own, I suck. Tomorrow I’m going to check out dorms around the Ateneo campus. I want to have a single room–my very own personal space for the first time in my life. Maybe even my own bathroom. I can’t wait.

Doesn’t it feel great to talk to the love of your life, even if it’s only for a few minutes?