So it turns out that yesterday was officially the first day of the Fall Season. And that makes today the first Friday night of Fall 2005. Count on college students to make out some reason for them to go out and spend THIS Friday (maybe next week is the SECOND Friday of Fall gimmick night --- chaka I'm so bitter cause I'm poor). So anyway, bitter me is just "chilling" here at the crib with Fabian, our newest roommate (who I sometimes refer to as "Connie," which is more of a Camacho adjective than anything else.. but yeah..). This guy is cool though. He's funny and considerate. Certainly is making it easy for me to adjust to having another human being reside within my own personal space. Farts a lot though. But then again, I do too (oooookay PIG STY in the house). So yeah we're just here. Funny how I choose the most ngerf moment to immortalize in a blog entry. So many things have happened that are certainly worth blogging about (like that time when we excitedly arrived at a Chinese restaurant, ready to celebrate with the "bagong salta" Filipinos of Boston, only to find out that we arrived exactly one week early). So what would be nice? How about I list down random new things that I can think of about me:
1. Ten pounds lighter - Oh yes, I won the bet. I am.. well, WAS,... 200 dollars richer because I lost 20 pounds in the Philippines. And thanks to my new best friend, POVERTY, I'm losing weight still. (I've taken this opportunity to go back to the gym and willfully do something about my health --- we'll see by Spring Break).
2. (As mentioned above) IMMENSELY IMPOVERISHED - hmm, well maybe poor is such a strong word. Didn't Gabrielle Solis say that noone is ever poor, just broke. Or something to that effect. Well, I'm IMMENSELY BROKE then. Since I wasn't able to secure a loan for this year, living in Boston is suddenly so difficult. I literally have 10 dollars left in my bank account and I have no idea as to how I'll get some money soon and quick. But yeah, in true GPesque fashion, DEADMA. I'm starting to think it's a BAD trait of mine to be so unaffected by such problems.
3. EVER GRATEFUL - Tita Dhong shouldered my tuition for this semester. Enough said. She's not even family and yet she was able to extend a helping hand. Amazing woman, she is. Certainly drives me to make sure that this "investment" is worth it. Was a pretty interesting experience though hearing from my dad (via Chikka --- you gotta love this tiny piece of software) that I should not expect any form of help from the Philippines for the second semester. Yeah, I knew that. Thanks for rubbing it in. But come to think of it, it really DOES need rubbing in. Cause it's the truth. So I shall look for more people to bug about co-signing for my loan (I'm this close to approaching a purely random American citizen --- might have a better chance with them than with family or friends).
4. My counterpoint teacher has a crush on me - Seriously. She adores anything I do or say. She's this (rather nice) old lady (with a thick Baltic accent) who's been teaching counterpoint since 245 BCE I guess. Hehe. Anyway, I do like her. Great musicality. Great way of teaching counterpoint. Plus she plays classical pieces at the end of every class (as in plays on the piano ha?). But I crush her not.
5. (OMG) I'm turning OC - Ever since my rather "kalat" roommate Fabian moved in, my mother's genes started asserting themselves in everything I do. I clean up after myself now --- as well as after everyone else. I FOLD my laundry, I bought a carpet for my nice little wooden desk. I sweep and mop the floor and absolutely hate it when anyone leaves dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. It's a scary new me. I'm so OC that sometimes I can't carry a conversation if something's not right in the room (like shoes that are not neatly placed on the floor!). Fabian's funny though, cause HE can't stand dirty dishes left in the kitchen sink as well. But he's quick to admit that that's about all that he's oc about.
Musically, there's nothing new with me. My classes this semester are more the "other-side-of-music"ish. I thoroughly enjoy my Legal Aspects of the Music Industry class though, as well as my Introduction to Business class --- mostly because my legal aspects teacher looks like Ray Romano (hes funny as hell too), and because my Intro to Business teacher say's the nicest things ("Sometimes you gotta take it.... but make sure you take it with Vaseline.")
I should have a separate blog about my teachers sometime. They are all so fun to observe. So if you'd like to read about my "seemingly always smokes up" piano teacher to my Baltic admirer then keep on checking up on my blog. I'm back.
Listening to - well WAS listening to...... MATERIAL GIRL. Haha. I can't help but think of Pia. There is something so absolutely fun about secretly listening to "Material Girl" while walking down Massachusetts Avenue.
P.S. Came across this short story thru Jeline's blog. She knows the author (whereas she's not sure if he knows her still) and I think it's a great piece. Done when he was 17, whoever the fucker is. Just cut and paste. Katamad mag html editing:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2000/02/22breaker.html
