Summer dies and so could I

Because I have such perfect timing, I finally decided to go to the mall buy myself one of those cute colorful two-piece swimsuits. Right now, of all times, just when summer is about to come to a close. I put off buying one for as long as I could because I couldn’t find a pair that had boy shorts. But I failed to think that if it was harder to find the swimsuit that I like in the middle of the summer, it would be harder to find one at the end of the summer when nobody sells swimsuits anymore. Eventually I found one at NafNaf that was surprisingly flattering on my suddenly bloated figure. In under one hour too!

It’s raining tonight, and it better not be raining on Tuesday too! We’re still going to Punta Fuego in spite of the weather, but how can I go swimming on the beach when it’s raining? I can probably still hit the beach, but it won’t be as fun without the sun out. I think I will like Punta Fuego a lot. My dad says the whole place smells like saltwater, and I think that’s what made me look forward to going there. Put me any place where I can smell the saltwater, hear the the waves crashing against the rocks, and feel the sand beneath my toes, and I will be happy for the rest of my life.

Just checked the weather. Thunderstorms until Wednesday. Crap.

I found out who my roommates are. Apparently, two of them are gonna take up Political Science and the other one is gonna take up Legal Management. I almost ended up taking up Political Science, but I switched to Social Sciences because it is more multidisciplinary than PolSci and I think I would like it better. You know, I am very nervous about going to college. Just thinking about it makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter around like crazy and the bile surge up my esophagus. I really don’t understand how I could be dreading something I have been looking forward to for the past two years. One of the many things I am worrying about is that I might end up being one of the dumbest people in Ateneo. I feel like my high school education was far from enough, and that my admission was just a mistake. I still find it hard to believe that I made it in there when I couldn’t even make it to the top ten of my class. And that’s not even because my school has really high standards. I guess I’m just really bad at memorizing facts and figures.

But whatever…I really hope things work out well. According to the tarot reading my dad got, college will turn out to be a positive experience for me. That reading had better be accurate!

Still considering the possibility of going to a US college. Apparently, my aunt and uncle are more than willing to help me out! We are talking about it now. Aww, yeah. Wish me luck…