what have I done?

It's 7:25PM on my watch, and only now that I have chanced a glance at it did I realize the answer to the question:

Nothing.

Well, more of nothing substantial. I think the only things I did today that required effort were for me to walk to the coop and buy food, eat that food, stand up and look for the DVDs in my mess of a desk, sleep (yes, sleeping requires effort, and no, I'm serious.), take a bath and dress up. Those were in chronological order, by the way.

*I can't freaking find my face cream. Gah.*

My room is a mess right now. Well, mess is an understatement. It has Payatas written all over it. There's a handwritten sign posted on the way, saying "I promise / must / should / will / have to / would / am going to clean this room before the week ends. So help me (God)."

It's been there for about a month now. Sheesh.

*Eden, give me back my balde. I need it, now.* Got it.

I'm now half-regretting that I didn't go home. Only because I'm feeling lonely here in the dorm; the corridor's so quiet you can actually hear a pin drop (okay, too much of an exaggeration - but you do get my point). Sigh.

*I miss the hulahoop. Reminder to self: buy one this summer.*

My semester just ended yesterday at 5PM, but I really don't think I should be celebrating, because it just means that another one's about to start (pessimistic, I know). You know how you want so much to do nothing, but the prospect terrifies you just the same? That's how I feel about breaks. They make me feel guilty.

*I was wondering where my other towel went. I just stood there for a full three seconds racking my brain as to who would freaking steal a towel. Then I remembered, it's with Max. Stupid. Now give it back.*

I'm still hoping for the power to control time. Wala lang. Random wishful thinking.

And I just ran out of things to say. Damn.