Thought Vomit

For the lack of a better thing to do, I have resorted to drinking. Well, it's just one of the Vodka Cruisers lying in the fridge so I don't know if you can even call this drinking. And it's friggin' blue!

I don't really drink alone. I drink to celebrate and not to sulk and cultivate loneliness. But hey, it's the only interesting thing to do when you don't have plans for the night and nothing good is on TV and you're single, and you're broke with no one to talk to. LOSER. I know.

Anyway, I'm going home in less than a week and I hope this will lift my spirits up soon enough. My parents recently bought a new Christmas tree and although I doubt it's available in Iloilo, I couldn't help but wish they had gotten a black one, preferably the one I saw in Dimensione a few days ago. It must be the emo kid in me.

This is one of the times when I wonder what it's like to be an ultra perky and cheery person oozing with a sunshine-y personality. I have friends who are like that. Don't get me wrong. I'm a generally nice person but I'm usually bubbly only when I'm with my really good friends. The rest of the time, I'm normally quiet, serious and brooding even. I'd like to try to be more optimistic ans perky some time. Perhaps when my friend lends me her copy of The Secret?

P.S.
I really need a haircut. Cecille, the usual stylist at Piandre Ayala who cuts my hair has been unavailable lately so I have no idea what to do or where to go.

Tomorrow is another day. Bye for now.