So...a sudden spike in m'social life and an almost ursine urge to hibernate in the times I'm not studying, socializing, singing, surfing the internet, scarfing down food or sexytimin'-- the last takes up the least amount of time in the general schema of my life, quite sadly-- has taken me out of contention for NaNoWriMo glory. ALSO, for the most lisp-friendly livejournal user. WE ARE A DYING SPECIES! Livejournal users, not just lisp-friendly ones but. Arr, fangled blogging things and webby sites trendily dropping vowels and whatnot.

Given, I could still catch up if I started writing 3,000 words daily starting today but, realistically speaking, I've been waiting since last thursday to get divine inspiration just to write this so I can segue into, hey, y'all, this is

ThisLast week's recent vlog:


and singsong shenanigans!


So, like, really? 3,000 words a day? Not happening. Unless I get into an alliterative trance, mayhaps?

The singing gets a bit rougher than I'd like towards the end because I'd been out 'til 4 the morning prior,  with people from college I've mostly just met. Sometimes it surprises me how extroverted a desperate want for partytimes makes me. The fun part is, the four people I hung out with were double lifers-- party kids who also do well in school. Two also grew up in Manila and the three of us solemnly swore to not party as much because hella, the people know how to party in Manila.

Well, not as much Manila as Makati and Taguig but, yeah, we've formed a 12-step program because we mean serious bizness here.

It was a happy coincidence that when I had my mind set on being a bad boy, I ended up in good company.

 

Tag, you're it! amelieisms, damning of age, singsong, vlog

There once was an earnest land
where everyone kept to their name
and a student boy who thought it was all rather plain
Why must I study and just study alone?
And why must my dog choose just to eat bones?

So one day he told his teacher, well, sorry, madam
I did not do my work because I had other plans
And the teacher, ever earnest, said, oh dear boy, you don't know what you have done
You cannot miss a deadline by a day, not even one

Well obviously I can, I have and I will
though I must admit, procrastinating is half the thrill
but what of life-- there's so much out there
beyond what I must do there are things I could dare

( Well surely you've heard...the teacher retorted )

-Fin-


This wasn't my Halloween costume. I took these pictures a couple weeks ago, the night before my Child Development final AND deadline for our child study. I used my Critical Thinking book because the Child Dev book was big and heavy.  I did not have enough make-up to play with.

For Halloween, I dressed up as Kurt Hummel as Beyonce in Single Ladies, I think?

Also, this week's thematic singsong shenanigans:


And these, courtesy of the peoples on my facebook and twitter:



And I managed to get to watch Where The Wild Things Are on IMAX before MJ totally took over! Whining to The Universe works! Thursday 7pm was the last day WTWTA was screening on our local IMAX and my 7pm Thursday class got cancelled because The Universe had enough of my whining!

Lastly, the scariest thing this weekend is that NaNoWriMo's just begun and I'm seriously contemplating quitting and eating my electronic sign up sheet's liver with a nice chianti and some fava beans.

Tag, you're it! amelieisms, everyday stories, poetry, singsong

This week's vlog is here, in case the embed doesn't workComing out randomly is awkward because if you come out to a girl, then it might imply that you're kind of like, "woah, slow there octopussy" and if you come out to a boy, it might come off like, "...and I like you in a very sexual manner."

 

Tag, you're it! amelieisms, vlog