The art of doing nothing

I am rejoicing on my success. I know it's still a week before course card day, but I already feel successful just by finishing the last paper I had to accomplish this term. I feel so gay - literally. All cheerful and perked up!

FOR NOW, I'm on the same page with everybody else who's not enjoying their summer. Only for now. No parties, no beach trips, not even the mall's charisma attracts me -at least not yet. The only mall I have ever been to since holy week was that crappy SM mall. And it only takes a 5-minute jeepney ride to get there. I don't know why I'm torturing myself being a couch potato here at home. I confuse myself sometimes. It's reasonable when I'm broke, but when I'm not, I could do plenty of things, but I'm lazy, oh-so-lazy. It's the heat - definitely. I noticed I've been eating a lot too. I'll be a perfect circle with a tiny head attached in a month if I keep this up. HAHA. Right now I wish I was an exercise bulimic. You know, so I could just run around, not get bored and be a popsicle stick when classes start next school year.


It's not until next week that I could take off and fly to the beach. Apparently, I'm not enjoying home either. So what boring things do I do to kill the time? Yes I procrastinate. By sleeping, by writing nonsense, and letting all my creative juices flow by designing my planner. I don't even know why I bother designing it and keeping it organized. Maybe because I'd like to keep it so someday I can look back and reminisce. It looks like a scrapbook really :D