Geek mode on!

The Druid’s Keep…the comic book store near my house is already open. w00t! I passed by it while I was on my way to the salon for a pedicure, dropped in to take a look, then ended up buying Magneto, The Twisting of a Soul. Guess who’s broke? ;p I swear, I like these indie comic book shops and hobby places more than Filbar’s because the people behind the counters are the owners, who actually know their stuff. Unlike at Filbar’s where the counter people look like ordinary employees whose looks of boredom occassionaly change to baffelement whenever someone pays a hefty amount, say, a hundred bucks, for a piece of cardboard. Anyway, the owner of the comic book store asked me if there were any comics I’d like him to buy, and I told him I read Fables, but then I stupidly forgot to add that it’d be great if he sold VS singles too since he only has booster packs. Oh well, next time.

Argh, I’m absolutely itching for a game of VS, and I won’t be seeing my friends till Tuesday. Razerazerazer.

refresher classes

I’ve been taking up refresher classes for driving for two weekends now. It’s been months and months since my last driving lesson and if I’m going to start driving to school and back on January, I might as well start practicing now. My driving instructor’s really nice; the last one I had was really grouchy and always scolded me when I made a mistake, and as a result I became way too nervous to drive properly at all. However, the one I have now is really nice and doesn’t start sighing impatiently whenever I fail to press the clutch and the gas properly.

For today’s driving lesson, I drove to school and back and it was such a nerve-wrecking experience. It was my first time driving down EDSA and the number of cars and busses driving alongside, in front, and behind me pissed me off. Nevermind that it was a Sunday morning and there were relatively few cars on the road. I’m not used to being surrounded by so many fellow motorists–who don’t follow driving laws at that. The good news is that I made it back in one piece–without running people over whether by accident or on purpose. What worries me is how I’ll fare on the road without my driving instructor helping me out. Perhaps I need more practice.

For Love or Money

I am drawn to stupidity like a deer hypnotized by the headlights of an oncoming truck racing at breakneck speed towards it. Unlike the deer, who probably doesn’t have the brain capacity to realize that the truck can kill it if it stays riveted to the spot, I am fully aware that reality TV is the spawn of Satan. But there’s just something about it that’s so…hypnotizing. I wouldn’t actually make my schedule revolve around reality TV shows. But whenever I am within earshot or eyeshot of shows like The Simple Life or For Love or Money, I swear, my eyes just stay glued to the TV and I degenerate into a drooling idiot.

It’s funny because in spite of the fact that we don’t have class tomorrow, I felt guilty for not doing any studying on a weekday. So I decided to pull out the handouts for my Social Theory class and read them. There was lots of pretty interesting stuff in there about the philosophy of history and those stupid Romantics. But halfway through my intellectual endeavor, my sister changed the channel to Star TV, where For Love of Money was just starting. I tried to filter out the noise from the TV as best as I could. Really. But when I heard that two bimbos from the previous season who hate each other are coming back to fight for the “love” of the 15 guys in the show…I broke. I know it’s incredibly stupid and it makes no sense whatsoever but suddenly, finding out what will happen to those bimbos when they see each other for the first time since the last season seemed more interesting than learning about transcendental consciousness according to Kant.

So the blonde bimbos saw each other waiting at the foyer, and the bitchier one started picking on the one who was too shocked to say anything more than “Hi!”, and at that point I realized that I valued my IQ way too much to spend another minute of my time watching that show. So I went back to my room and picked up my handout. To my horror, I couldn’t comprehend the sentence that came after the one I stopped at. And this is why I am here, writing about how incredibly hypnotic stupid people can be. Hey, at least I’m not watching the rest of For Love or Money. ;p