Menthol-Guy

I have six subjects and three organization-related meetings every week. I go home during weekends to get drunk, meet with my friends or cook for Dad. I have stories to be finished, a pile of handouts to read (when I say a pile it’s a goddamn pile), downloaded movies I have to see. I have tons to do, tons to think about, tons and tons of things to do and things to think about.

I suck at time management because I give in to spontaneous decisions. I spend minutes surfing the Net. Sometimes I skip classes. I hate my life. I wish I could graduate and write stories and take pictures and earn money and everything.

Well, I’ve been thinking of moving out of this apartment because it can be a big factor in my procrastination. (Funny, I’m planning to move next door with only one roommate: my cousin, an incoming freshman here in UPLB). Our room’s basically a hellhole with hamsters (I heard my roommate call Sonia; so one of them’s probably Sonia) and hedgehogs. No offense to my roommates but I just couldn’t concentrate when there’s noise, the fact that my course has TONS of readings, you see, and not mere calculations and bone-related memorization. Other personal reasons I shall not post here (though they’re nothing really serious).

My Japanese friend (who lives next door) is about to go back to Yawatahama next month and I’m thinking of occupying his goddamn room. It’s like, I don’t really care if I’m alone. Though my roommates might think of themselves as something bad but I just really need a break. A big one.