Daaaaaayyymn!!

Hah!First of all, apologies for not being able to upload a new blog last week. And I'm not gonna pour out any or the bullshit excuses like I was too busy with school, or the pc was unavailable to me the whole day, or I got ran over by a 3 headed unicorn on LSD with Neil Patrick Harris riding on their back.
It was just too boring to write a new one since there not much people reading this shit anyways. But to make it up to you, 2-3 people who's reading this, I'm gonna make this one a bit longer than usual, but then again there's really no boundaries on how long I make these posts. Last one before this was almost twice as long as the previous one, so, yea, moving on.

Our new English teacher, replaced ms. p, might i just add that i'm glad that that happened, Mrs. Analyn Caroy, is damn hot!!! Whooo!!!!! And yes, sadly she's married. But I'm kinda worried. Wont my "raging" male hormones get the better of me and rather than paying attention in class I'd get distracted and concentrate on her instead of what she's saying? I hope not. Or do I?....

Anyways, young attractive teachers are not. Whoa, my spacebar just got stuck. Where was I? oh yea, young attractive teachers are not that new to me, since I used to have a lot of them back in high school, already kinda missing them too, *mysterious glare*.
Oh that reminds me, in some way I can't get, of what I was supposed to talk about last week. GROOOOUUPP FFAAAAARRTSSSSS!!
No, it's not a synchronized pulling of fingers or some crazy ring around a camp fire, pulling down of pants and boom. You know those things engineering and architecture students are so popular for? Those weird black/blue tubes that you're always so curious what the contents were? Well, turns out that all that there was inside were paper. Boring paper that only shows the failure of people to be able to draw perfect lines using nothing only their sweaty, shaky hands and a pair of pencils that seem exponentially shrink every week. I can't imagine having to do more of those crap using an excessively expensive technical pen.

Oh, just a random fact, I just confirmed that euphorbia is indeed a narcotic. something like weed.

Ugh, damn, this is sooooooooooooooooo boring. Imma end this now keh?

Mushrooms, they do shit.

Booooooring.

Second wee's over, and i can only sum it up so far with one single word that I believe most of the people in my block can agree upon. BOOOOOORRRIIIINGGGG. Oh, and the chem teacher's a bitch.
First day of the real school last Tuesday and I was late for a mere 3 minutes and after I finally arrived at the chem lab room and the damn bitch wont stop nagging to us about how we have to manage our time even if we live so damn far. But I guess it was a good thing that I was the first of the late ones who arrived and didn't get nagged too much, but then again when all the others started pouring in she just didn't stop blabbering. One poor guy wasn't allowed to enter, but then again he was more than 15 minutes late and that'd be considered an absent.

Damn, lost my trail of thought there. Hard to believe that there's about an hour's gap between that last paragraph and this one. Got distracted playing burnout. Anyways, I never thought it'd be this boring to write a blog every Sunday summarizing how college is so far. But really it's not that different from high school, except for that the teachers this time are almost all complete dicks.
One notable teacher that has a somewhat positive mark for me is our English teacher whom we can call mam p. Don't ask. I don't know whether to call it entertaining or disturbing but I do believe that there's a limit to what an old person can do to relate to her students and get their attention and somehow keep them from sleeping in her class. And this limit is to things that only people our age should talk about with ourselves. Porn, cussing, and the mysterious sexual preference. I reaalllyyy don't want to discuss this right now, too much disturbing images keep popping into my head like 2girls1cup and goatse.

The process of getting familiarized with all your block mates, I find, is a very tedious process consisting of repeated wrong names, and the phrase "who? me? ha?". Though jthe familiar faces are not that hard to forget especially the ones who catch your eye the first minute you set foot in the classroom. Yes, there is someone I like in our block. Hey! This is already considered lucky considering that it IS engineering and there are barely any girls and if there is it's most likely that she's near the resemblance of a moose. But no! I actually have block mates that are okay and you can call pretty. Moving on.

We had our freshman's orientation program this week, 2 of them i might add. First was was a total shit-nugget, and the only thing i really could remember about it is that dancing dude who was actually pretty good and that there's no club that really suits me here. And, the second one, it was kinda worth while. But still, my short attention span got the better of me. From unsynchronized video presentations that look like asian movies with dubs, to dancers that trip on dance numbers and cheerleaders with a slight lack on their balancing skills. Hah! Fail.

Oh! And I finally found a club to join. MuCiSEA. Don't really know what the hell's gonna happen to me there, but hey, I get to play my bass. YYYYyyyeeeeeyyyyy! :D

That aside, I still don't have any luck finding a band that's gonna suit me and the way I play. But there IS this one dude, Owen, that said that he had a band that didn't have a bassist. Planning on tying out when they have a jamming. Wish me luck!

All that said, I end this blog I've been writing since this morning.

Digglet.

Nut gazers, and dropouts,

For fuck's sake, what kind of teacher shows off his nuts to all his students while telling a supposedly "interesting" and "informative" story. Seriously, I'm seeing a trend with male teachers, high crotched jeans/jogging pants, and while talking, he sits on the table with only half of his ass actually placed. Revealing the intricate outline of a man's most prized possession. Dammit, the mere image is still retained in my head. I wonder if 2girls1cup.avi can relieve me from this hairy mess?
Maybe they wont be all like this for the rest of my stay. Or at least I hope not. I'm might just snap an pull a cracker on one of them.

Anyways, first weeks over. Horaaaay. *lamepartysounds*
I can't quite put my finger on it but there's something about first meetings that always strike my curiosity on the field of psychology. Specifically to see their reaction after hearing a fart out of the meek silence from the sheer shyness of people in a room who don't really know anyone.
Can't really make up s free flowing method of telling everything I had this week so this blog will be a bit choppy.

Well, one strange thing I recognized this past few days is the kinda effed up weather pattern coinciding my class sched. It's hella hot in the morning and rains catdogs in the afternoon. Now I dont know if Al Gore found some alien buddies who's either as attention desperate as he is or just was interested in his absurdly large head, and made YO MOMMA FART! Just kidding, it's just damn irritating how in the morning you'll be drenched in sweat and in the after noon drenched in the rain.
Another is the sick chewing of the infamous "nga-nga". Constant long ranged spitting of disgusting crap that's allegedly the result of something that's good. But then rapes your teeth repeatedly before being spat out. I guess the raping part is the thing's revenge for being chewed for it's excretory juices. It's a fruit. Don't worry.
I'm kinda thankful that smoking's been banned from the school grounds. I just realized how much of the school's population smokes. Guessing that they aren't nursing students, if they are that'd be just fucking retarded.
Oh! I just remembered! We were told that if we were absent from a class for a total number of times equivalent to how many times we have that class in a week, we would be dropped out from that class. Didn't get it? Well too fucking bad you dumb shit. No just kidding, I know how your feeble little mind can't take it. For example we have three meetings of this one class for a week, then if we were absent/15 mins late for that class then we get dropped from that subject.
Okay here's the deal, this one professor that we have on computer programming has been absent for a total of 2 meetings already, we have 3 meetings a week, and now we're freaking clueless what to do of he's absent for the next class. Makes you wonder eh?


Well that's about it. maybe I'll add somethings to this entry tomorrow if I get to grow wings.
Cheerio!

The first day is always a laxative.

Well, as some may already know, I was planning on starting a blog after the first week of my college life which I may add is a very unnerving moment for me since I have absolutely no idea what to wear, how to act, and what to do to make a good first impression on the people I'll meet during the first of my classes. BUT, luckily, instead of tomorrow, June 7, Hoo-Hah it was moved to the 10th, *evilgrin.jpg*, in your face(you know who you are.)


So since I'd only have about 3 days worth of college exp, which is a bit on the limp side since that wont even take me through the first 2 easy level-ups every newbie gets, I decided to start it early to announce my total cowardice and lack-of-a-ballsy-attitude to push myself to make a new start and finally make everything effin' awesome and right.
I suppose it IS normal for a freshie to feel this way during the start of the supposed "real" introduction to life and I might say I'm quite excited to make my grand entry. I can imagine it now.

Everyone's walking slowly, quiet, no colour in their life. Then suddenly, the corners of an unnoticed double door glows and blows wide open, a bright light shines from it blinding everyone that dares to gaze upon the greatness of the tell-tale legendary person that stands before them, and in slo-mo, wind blows from his back making his open long-sleeve polo like a flag that commemorates the rise of a new hero, his bright orange shirt with a geeky marvel hero logo on the chest, his face partly covered by his aviator shades and the wind slowly swifting through his fro-hawk hair, his hands slowly rise giving everyone the finger and handing them the sign that basically tells them who the hell he is. But then a cup of rotten spaghetti gets thrown to his face and gets tackled into a garbage bin.

No, these movie moments don't often happen in real life and especially in college, well maybe in stage dramas, but I'm not really the type who likes to act in front of everyone in fear that I would totally make a mess of myself.

Talking about epic entrances, one thing I'm really concerned about right now is what I'm supposed to wear the the first day in order to make a proper impression on everyone. At the risk of being labeled as someone I'm really not, I'm trying to come up of something that says "I like being stylish, but I really don't mind being messy at times, then again something that's too messy is just sick." I was thinking something like a long-sleeved polo with small black vertical lines paired with my favorite pair of jeans along with my favorite pair of shoes. BUTT, I'm worried that it might put me in the hipster crowd. I'm not a hipster. Let me just say that to you again.
AM. NOT. A. FRIGGIN'. HIPSTER.

That all being said, I hope that you were entertained even the slightest bit to what I was blabbering about. Just for the heck of it, here's a cat depicting what I think on how you dress.