Night 1:
Good evening, little gays in my telephone. I've successfully arrived, at, per my (very drunk) parentals, way too fucking early in the morning today. It's very...hot, and sunny. It's way too sunny for me. I have two roomates, neither of them I believe are going to make the fact I am forced to be here any better, take all offense. I've made myself comfy, however, and i've tried to be nice, per the instructions of my mother (in a sober state? nah, never). One of my roommates is a...is using the word airhead appropriate in this situation? probably. I've never seen someone with so much pink other than Barbie. My other roommate, has, I believe, raged a very weird conflict with me. Again, using my under-the-influence mother's advice, tried to...be not a bitch. I don't like this, I think i'm gonna go back to being a bitch. However, i'm now tucked in with me and my plushies, and said roommate is playing her very loud music, very loud.
magandang gabi,
Lola Sumisip