Anonymous: i'm ok, take care.

Thanks! You too.

So it’s Tuesday. My favorite day and Tuesday means no classes for me. Yay! I started my morning working out and made a hearty breakfast. I loooove making breakfast for myself. Then I had a two hour shower and slept for six hours straight. I don’t know why I slept that long, maybe too stressed from school? I felt like someone drugged me with a bunch of sleeping pills haha. I woke up during dinner time and ate left over pizzas from my brother’s birthday yesterday while helping the twins do their homework. And nowww I’m supposed to be studying but aughh too lazy. My family downstairs are watching videos of my shows/pageants/commercials/contests. It’s weird that they do, but at least I know they’re really proud of what I do.

Anonymous: How are you today?

I guess, just fine. Waiting for something amazing. What about you?

Some of my friends are homophobes, I don’t really get their logic why they are. I can’t even believe I have homophobic friends. It hurts me a little when they rant about being grossed about gay or bi couples. Considering that I’m a little bi curious myself, but they don’t know that of course.

Going to church on friday night and reunite with friends! I haven’t been to church for a while now, so I’m really excited. Then my best friend’s 18th birthday is up a few weeks from now. Annnnd on our (highschool buddies) sembreak we’re planning to have a road trip to batangas and stay there for a night. Then next year, hopefully I’ll be moving to London.

It’s a good life.

I’m starving and I don’t want to get out of bed and I have a stupid japanese homework to do and there’s classes tomorrow :(

Even if I want to date again, I don’t have the time and effort. I’m too lazy to keep up with those things. And besides, it will just end up terribly anyway. So no. Haha.

Laid on my bed all day waiting for something amazing to come up.

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via aestheticintrovert)

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