slash and heartburn.

I'm so freaking distracted.

I'm three two pages a page away from finishing my Film100 final paper on Goodbye, Dragon Inn.
I have to jam production details, background information, an analysis, and my conclusion
into three two a freaking page. Good luck. O.o
Gahd, I wanna get this one over with. That's one less subject to think about.

Speaking of goodbye.
Goodbye J102 final-poverty-news-feature-1,000-word-story.
It was nice thinking about you.
Unfortunately, hanggang doon na lang ata makakaya ko.
Ang isipin ka. Waa. X_x

Wednesday is scaring me like hell.
BC100 final class production showing.
I'm freaking going to wear a dress again (not that I don't want to - for more lang. Haha.)
Max's Ceeboy friend's father's wake (wow ang haba). -> AAAAH. jitters.
END OF CLASSES.

5AM. 5:32AM. 9:13AM.

For some weird reason, kinakabahan ako.
And I don't know why.
Why?
I don't know.

Existentialism on Prom Date Night is l-o-v-e.
It's been on loop for about 2 2 1/2 6 hours now.

Hey, I'm scared.
I would give anything for peace of mind.
But from you, I'd settle for a bear hug.