The Sociology of Erika

So some friends and I went to Trinoma last night to supposedly buy some Katy Perry concert tickets. But unfortunately we didn’t get there on time (TicketWorld closes at fuckin’ 7PM) so the trip became a window shopping spree. It’s almost torture that we really can’t splurge on anything not because we’re some frugal kids but because we really don’t have anything much to spend. LOL My friends and I, we have to be freakishly successful after college.

And then, after so much torture, we went to Drew’s for reasons I don’t really remember. Long story short, the we’re-just-gonna-drink-one-pitcher turned into a yeah-we-can-probably-drink-two (but the other one was courtesy of some, well, friends) and so the I’m-going-home-before-curfew turned into yeah-I-can-still-get-in-whatever. People who know me personally won’t probably argue when I say I have a low tolerance for alcohol despite the ofteness of the substance in my system. LOL Of course I’m kidding about the ofteness. Is there even such a word? Okay there isn’t.

My point is that I am really enjoying my life right now (and it’s not just about the drinking and other crazy nights but right now this post is about that) but what happens the day or the hours after aren’t really the greatest. Like right now, it’s fuckin’ 5:41 in the morning and I’m awake when my class doesn’t start ’til 11:30. I know, right. And I probably said a lot of stupid things to my landladies and other people when I got home so I can manage the earth eating me up alive right now. But whatever, this’ll pass. Somehow. It must. I’ve had crazier nights.

Oh btw, I have this crush. It was just a happy crush last July when I saw him but things can be really crazy. So a month ago I had the same Drew’s thing with the same friends (who I love so much) only we were more, well, crazy and we stayed over at Mcdo because it’s so late I can’t get in my place anymore (I have fuckin’ curfew but I love this place).

Where was I? Yeah, so anyways, we were at Mcdo and Mr. Happy Crush was there. He probably saw me at my worst but it didn’t matter to me so much until later. That’s because I saw him again at the School Gym four seats away from me the day after and again when we rode the same jeepney hours after and again at the main library the day after that and again last week at Mcdo after Day 1 of 2nd sem enrolment and again last night at Drew’s (but they left because there aren’t any tables available anymore since we got the last one LOL). Destiny much? He’s actually friends with some of my friends so things can probably be easier but nah, let’s just allow fate do its own magic. But seriously, I’m gonna talk to him the next time. Probably.

Why am I publishing things like this in this blog? Haha