Most Memorable Summer Ever. Not.

Summer is passing so slowly. I can't believe it's already April, and I haven't been to the beach once. So far, everything has been pretty much a let down. I mean, people always make a deal about the summer before you start your new life as a college freshman, an endless string of shopping and partying. Where are the amazing shopping sprees and the cute boys, I ask you? I sure don't see them anywhere.

Seeing that I don't have anything else to do and my time online is limited, I decided to make a list.

Why My Summer Sucks:

1. I'm flat broke. By broke, I mean I-can-barely-buy-myself-a-new-swimsuit broke. Its summer. It should be declared a law that every girl be provided with a swimsuit during this season, albeit one that doesn't make her look like a surfboard. All the fashion spreads featuring new swimsuits are making my mouth water.
2. This is related to the first reason. I wanted to enrol in a Creative Writing class for the summer, but--here it comes--I don't have any money. I mean, a being in a summer program just seems like a great opportunity to meet new friends and learns tons of amazing life lessons. So, a piece of advice to those who have this opportunity: Make the most of it.
3. My best friend is spending her summer in a far-flung town far beyond the reach of civilization, and isn't coming back until school starts again. I miss the days when I could just invite her for a Romantic Comedy Marathon on a whim, and she could actually come without the necessity of riding a bus.
4. I'm think I'm going insane, due to the number of The Bold and the Beautiful and General Hospital episodes I've seen.

Clearly, if you don't see this as a plea for help, run.

Summer Bummer

This is the most boring summer of my life. Ever. I've been trying to find a job, but it's really hard around here. Originally, I wanted to work at a fastfood restaurant like McDonald's or KFC, but they only accept summer job applicants who are 18 and above. Unfortunately, I'm only sixteen, so getting a job at McDonald's is really an impossibility. Um, hello? It's called a summer job so students below 18 could get a chance to work there too. Anyway, before I found out about their policy, pathetic as it may sound, I was pretty excited about working there. I mean, who knows? I might actually learn a lot, and meet some new friends--a cute guy included. Aside from my yearly garage sales with my friends, I've never actually earned any money out of my own sweat and blood--metaphorically speaking.

Then, my mother saw this banner hung on the gates of a university. It said that this company was looking for high school or college students--of any age--to come work for them. You could call this number to inquire and so forth.

I practically jumped up and down on the couch, sort of like Tom Cruise on Oprah's show. I called the number, and asked about the job. A really mean sounding receptionist told me that they accepted applicants below eighteen, but they didn't receive phone inquiries so I had to come to their office and ask about the job. She told me the name of the building. I had no idea where it was, so I asked for directions. She answered my question in a voice that clearly said, "Which planet are you from, weirdo?" Before I hung up, I asked what type of job they were going to give me. She repeated for the millionth time that they didn't receive phone inquiries. Basically, she refused to tell me, and that was when I hung up.

You've got to be kidding me. Did she--the receptionist from hell--expect me to come to some building alone, not knowing what was going to happen to me when I got there? I don't think so. I mean, I've read Reader's Digest. They feature stories wherein unsuspecting girls go to someplace expecting to get jobs, then they get shipped to Cambodia or Thailand or wherever to become prostitutes in, like, every issue.

So, I guess my fate is sealed for the summer. I'm going to be stuck at home watching reruns of One Tree Hill and Seinfeld, which wouldn't be so bad if my crazy grandmother wasn't around. Okay, there's one thing I have to be thankful for though. We finally have DSL, so that's another activity to indulge in.

And I did learn one thing from this experience. Never trust banners asking teenage girls to come work for this company they know nothing about--even ones posted on universities.

Philippine Street Fashion: A Much Needed Upgrade

I don't wanna seem like a traitor to my nation, but I just have to rant. Why does the sense of style of the Filipinos have to be so bland? I'm not talking about the designers or the celebrities, because they're great. I'm talking about the citizens themselves. It's like everyone's in uniform. I just feel an overwhelming urge to smash something, when I see guys who call themselves gangztahs wearing baggy jeans and even baggier shirts/tents. On the other hand, the "upper-class" guys always seem to be wearing polo shirts, jeans, and Converse sneakers. The girls on the other hand are often dressed like bubblegum wrappers, and the "trendier" types are most likely clad in skinny jeans.

If someone does take the leap and decides to show their individuality, we all stare and whisper. I am so sick of that. I mean, the Koreans and the Japanese could do it--they're always dressed in really cool and unique clothes. Why can't Filipinos?

Child of the 80's

I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. The so-called 90's. Sure, I listened to the Backstreet Boys and Britney's You Drive Me Crazy growing up, like everone else my age. However, I can't think of anything that I particularly liked about that decade. Not a single movie. Not a single song or band. Not a single show. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

When I think about the 80's, a lot of stuff comes into my head. I just don't get why I like movies like Valley Girl, Sixteen Candles, and Pretty in Pink so much. Can you believe that my favorite movie of all time is The Breakfast Club? I mean, my parents probably hadn't even met yet when that movie came out. I guess there's just something about the 80's that makes me like it so much.

And who could forget Air Supply? Sing it with me! I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you... Okay, I'm getting carried away here. Bottomline: I looooooooooooove the 80's.

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It's time to move on to a more serious topic.

College.

I'm excited and frazzled at the same time.

I mean, college is totally different from high school. A lot of kids at my school say that you get to be a whole different person in college. All your achievements and screw-ups back in high school are erased, and you get a clean slate.

I'm excited because I'm going to get to meet a lot of new people (New guys, mostly. I'm so sick of the shallow pea-brained guys at my high schooll. Not kidding.). I'm going to get to experience tons of new things. Everything is going to be different.

But I'm also scared.

Not to blow my own horn or anyting (figuratively speaking), but I've been a nerd eversince fresman year, and I became popular this school year, because of something I can't explain. All the kids know who I am. The teachers adore me.

TO be continued

Psychos and The Covenant

Haaaaaaaaaa. I finally have my own blog... I feel like Carrie Bradshaw right now! Minus the stylish shoes and numerous boyfriends, of course. Girl Interpreted? I know what you're thinking. What kind of name is that? I got it from Girl Interrupted. I read the book a few months ago, and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I didn't understand all the stuff about the psychological disorders, but the psych cases mentioned in the book were really interesting. That asylum was surely full of messed up people. But, hey, asylums aren't the only places where messed up people can be found.

There are lots of messed up people at my school. Maybe some of them have disorders that haven't been diagnosed yet.There's this girl who chews her wrist (what the hell is that?!?!?!). No one wants to be friends with her, so she definitely has some mental problems. Then, there's this girl who always wants to be the center of attention. She has everything I could possibly ever want, but she still wants more, and she has no problem taking stuff from other people. Her conscience doesn't bother her at all. What do you call a person without a conscience again? Oh, I remember. A psychopath. The weird thing is teachers like her a lot, and she's one of the most popular girls at our school. Unbelievable, huh? She reminds me of Regina George from Mean Girls, only more conservative. Satan in a teenage girl's body. Yeah, that's definitely perfect for her. Get a grip on yourself.Then there's me.I'm pretty sure I have some sort of undiagnosed syndrome, because I firmly believe I'm one of the weirdest people at school. Just a little below the girl who chews her wrist on the craziness scale.

What else can I write about?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I remember now.

I just saw The Covenant on DVD yesterday, starring Steven Strait. It's about teenage boys who have magical powers, etc. I know it critics practically hurled tomatoes at the movie, but I don't think it's that bad. I mean, hot teenage boys who have magical powers? I'd go see that over some French art film I could barely comprehend any day. Plus, they're swimmers in their super posh private school. Duh?!?! Swimmers=swimming trunks. Haha. Just kidding.Anyway, I've gotta go now. I've got to research on what psychological syndrome I've got. Xai jian.