kataw-anan ba?

seryoso ni siya na pangutana.

but since i don’t want to be too emo, let’s listen to this version.

in fairnezz. nag katawaha pud ko.

maayong pasko kaninyong tanan!

mao kini ang akong krismas gift para sa inyo.

pasensya nalang sa mga tao na dili makasabot. pasensya nalang pud sa mga bisaya na dili maka relate. (pero, huh? dili mo maka relate? kaluoy ba ninyo oi kung wala mo nakakita ug goat da wonderpol.)

pero kung makahinumdum pa mo kang teban ug kang goliat, mag hagik-ik gyud mo ani, bisag corny. pramis, azzz in, hahahahaha.

(For more bisdak goodness. Yeah, I’m sure you’re so going to click this. )

And to everyone else: here’s to being happier and cornier. Merry Merry Christmas, friends.

it’s 512 am on a wednesday

do you know where your daughter is, marilou costello?

she’s still in the Lauinger library: exhausted, freezing and fueled by numerous cups of breast-shrinking brew* (as well as the thought that this day will come to an end, eventually).

aaaaaaaah midterms!

*thanks to Jeline for the cautionary advice.

Different planets, one roof

(i.e. The Intersections of the Unlikely Trio on Massachusetts Avenue.)

A reminder of how I used to space out in Math class: I’m green–to match my P. Pan complex, of course– R. is Purple, and A. is Blue.

As illustrated by my lovely Venn Diagram above (click it, go), we have somehow managed to find a common ground despite our stark differences in character. More often than not, though, we find this intersection in our cinematic and culinary tastes. Just look at how our weekend was spent:

Last night: watching American Gangster and swilling Pale Ale. (A–Mr. Red-blooded American male–’s influence)

This morning: watching Finding Nemo and eating sugary cereal. (M–Ms. I dress like a 13-year-old, act like I’m 8–’s influence)

Right now: watching Dreamgirls and sipping mimosas.(R–Mr. tragedy is synonymous with fabulosity–’s influence)

…

So much for unity in diversity: A. just walked out. How can anyone walk out on Deena Jones and the Dreams? How can anyone not want to lipsync to the frenzied Effie as she tells you that she’s NOT GOING?

Whatever. At least there’s more dance space. And mimosas.

This makes sense. No, really.

mags was a Trustworthy Monkey Trainer in a past life.Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me

i have half a mind to pack my bags, leave all of this behind and join the circus.