aww, screw the confession. i'm dying here. my nose is burning. i can't sleep. i woke up in the middle of the night because my nose was burning, it was flamin'. this sucks. my eyes keep watering and i'm not even sad. my face is pale and swollen. err, i want to anihilate all those germs inside my body, but i refuse to see a doctor. i just don't feel like going. i'm taking medicine already, geez. i don't need a doctor to tell me that i'm sick and take the medicine that i'm already taking. it's no fun in the sun, especially when the inside of your nose feels sunburnt.

i think staying home makes me sick. oh yes, once again my sister pleaded that i get out of here. "get out of san diego, you need to leave. it's more liberating over in frisco. you'll be happier." i can't say i don't agree. just think of all the possibilities, the drunken movie nights, the orgasmic sleepovers, and coming back to san diego like a spy. ooh yes, i just hope i get in. i'm going to get down on my knees in front of the instructor, suck toes, whatever i need to do to get into the asian american and journalism program. i really do like writing. i just don't know where i can apply myself though.

topics for my piece:

sonik tongues: a great spokenword/hip hop band. very influential and concious
pilipino: what's going on with pilipino studies?
opinion: where's asia going?

i'm not quite sure yet. i know that i most likely won't make the deadline for this month's publication considering my current condition. i only hope that my article will turn out to be an interesting one. i need to start somewhere, and thank god for marianne's opportunity.