Today I waited in line for four hours listening to Sweet Disposition and nibbling on Mr. Chips to pay for Jillmer's tuition. Poor man still hasn't recovered yet and is so bummed out at home, learning to play random songs with his guitar. Sometimes I do envy him except when I realize he's got a huge hole somewhere beneath his gymmer abs haha. Peter also went berserk while trapped in lines today but what the hell he's taking his masters. It's like some sort of hobby for the genius so fuck him. My four hours with stinky sweethearts doing PDA pwns his graduate student bullshit.

Anyway, there's too much happening at work lately since it's Originals season and everything's so hyped up, yet everyone's sucking at making it sharp on deadlines. There's also this thing I'd call shorts exhibition where I'm basically the main whore in charge, which sucks. It's been so stressful in the last couple of days man, juggling both Jillmer's reg problems and responding to a lot of major short notices at work. But at least I'm still alive and my torrents still wait for me when I get home. Ah, life.

Sometimes I feel like Peter and Jillmer are the only reasons I'm staying at work. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what else to do because my life is such a boring mess without college. I want to go back to school and spend my parents' money and drink every night and never worry about my social life again.

It is during times like this that you really fail to grow up. Even if everything else seems to remind you that you have to.

There's not much happening lately, aside from the random spontaneous karaoke sleepovers at Cheska's, pool parties with her and Ajin, and the job offer I've been waiting for for days. I realized I should start experimenting on whatever career path I want to take as early as now because for one, I will definitely spend less and less time at school next sem since I only got Thesis and PI. The excessive amount of idle time resulting to that will drive me nuts, so what I've been thinking of constantly now, is to wait for Tuesday and see where this plan will take me. Everything is still so vague.

Another thing, my thesis pre-prod is going at a snail's pace. All I've been trying to do is settle finances, talking to my father and working on sponsorship letters. I need to have a mini-grant or whatever since I'll be asking for just half of what I need from my parents and that kind of freaks me out. Without that job, I don't think I could earn enough to cover the other half so I'm really counting on the solicits. Anyway, I hope Raymond Lee replies over at FB with Pepe Smith's contact number. It's either him or major compromise and I hate to do that this early. My crew list is pretty sort out so that gives me something to look forward to, besides the Pepe Smith factor.

I really wish a lot would happen in May, both for my film and this shithole of a career I'm desperate to jumpstart. Please wish me luck!

Why do I still give a damn fuck about this show? The God is such a crackwhore. I hate hate hate your large chunk of an ass Tyra Banks. London Levi pwns you, your talk show, and your black preachy mumma combined.