/happy!! Off to Festival Mall. ‘Cause when I’ll go buy in ATC, I know that it’s out of stock. Bookworms buy books there often. (including me!) Hahaha. So yeah, I’ll be back later.
HAPPY ANDRES BONIFACIO DAY!TO ALL FILIPINOS OUT THERE! ♥
It’s such a good book!
So I gave myself a limp, was forced to break and enter, and sob and cry and look pathetic all in the name of getting my homework done. So I was working in the lab on my photo collage. I was kicked out since I can’t be there after hours, So I pack up my things and leave.
In the chaos of disassembling and packing up my project (which is bigger then me btw) I forgot to pack up my charger. Since I was there after hours anyways I ran back as quickly as possible only to find the door locked and my thumbdrive with the essay I was working on inside.
Disheartened I meet up with my friend in the dorm computer lab and dump of my things and I aquire a lab montior ID (from another friend of mine) who has 24 hour acess to the lab I was in.
I rush back, only to find THE ENTIRE BUILDING LOCKED! This fucking essay which is due tonight was locked up in the building. I knock on the door and the janitor sees me and walks away.
I then proceed to kick and scream and punch at the door, resulting into me crying and sobbing and slinking to the pavement. Go panic attacks yay! :D Luckily some random person walked by to ask me if I was okay. I say no and out of pure survival need (I AM NOT PROUD OF THIS!) I ham up my actual crying and exagerate it. I tell her my story, and we both knock on the door together. This time the janitor actually opens the door.
She tells me the building is closed (I know this haha) but I explain my situation and with this random strangers help I tell her I have an ID with 24 hour acess to the lab and continue to look sad and pathetic and just helpless. She caves and let’s me in.
I run like a bat out of hell and grab my flashdrive. I almost made out with it. X____X So I FINALLY return my friend’s ID and go to my other friend in the computer lab. Now all the computers there are taken so I can’t even finish the rest of my work to begin with. So now I am here in another computer lab.
The next time someone tells me that Graphic Design sounds like fun I will cut a bitch and rip out their entrails. I am not a happy camper, and don’t give me hugs. For your own safety LORD Please back away.