stress alert

i'm tired out. enough said..
today was a most uneventful day; though uneventful might not be right.
to show proof, i am writing this by 10:16 in the evening.
and to add spice to the appetizer, i'm supposed to be at school 6:30.
[6:30! horrible. all because of not being who you really are.
whatever. qcshs (rshs-ncr) has turned into a bunch of wackos.
anyway, we have to arrive six-thirthy sharp due to some pack of provincial motorcaders who we are about to accomodate-
at the expense of our own comfort, that is.
alas! taken out of my dearest chair for a week. i'll miss it...
i'll miss running up and down four floors, eight flights of stairs, 96 footsteps, 5 laps daily...
but - so much for that. tomorrow has enough worries of its own.
(of course not. i don't wanna have that contract which states that "from this day there on, i, gabriel de leon, shall come to school promptly every day and for the rest of my term; violation of any cause shall commence to any severe punishment the authorities implement. signed..."; awh. that sucks.)
well. so much for tomorrow.]
to sum up my un-event-full day....
i woke up 7:05 this sunday morning.... unnatural. i wake up nine, for starters.
i took a bath 40 minutes later. strange....
all these stuff drives me crazy; knowing that i pulled my ass up from my comfort zone due to sum "dear great" research proposals, courtesy of qcshs (rshs-ncr). yes, demanding. yes, insane. all because a bunch of similar wackos are going upstage to spread fabricated qualities of highly idiosyncratic and sort of unnecessary equipment. hey, watch me; i might be stepping out of line, but that's what i think.
though i had all that in mind, i still didn't manage to arrive at the pit stop in the arranged time; i arrived 26 minutes later. good thing is, i'm not alone.....
and then, arriving at our research depot... without my glasses (crushed into 3 pieces by a dear friend), i was assigned to formulate, interpret, and typewrite the same kind of highly idiosycnratic and unnecessary information mentioned earlier. ahh.... five (five!) grueling hours of strenuous staring and rhythmic (?) motion of eyes, wrists and fingers... all i heard was, clink-clink-clink progressively and click-click.
what made me give up was looking at my back; what a sight. five hours i typed, smashed, and read without rest; five hours they lie down, peek a bit, write something, pass a note to the unfortunate typist, and sit down, holding pandesal and coke like it was everyday....
yes; those five grueling hours are over, you might say; yet it brings a lot of tension into this fragile guy. please accept my apologies.
i arrive home 4:15 pm. whew. i need sleep... i need it. then i meet my ever-present mom, telling me to take a haircut. so take a haircut i do....
half of the time there i had my eyes closed, aware that the guy's shaving my head to my disgust; old man told me my hair's a bit malaligned; i told him "please, do whatever's necessary"....
and so he did. i wish i didn't take a haircut.
at last, i go home... i thought i'd sleep now.....
then a thought came in my mind- go online. like i always do.
unable to resist the temptation, i gave in again. yes. i gave in, as usual; and i wish i didn't... again....
there goes my research mate: copy-pasting the materials.... the text.. argh. this is life.. isn't it?
now let's look on the bright side. i was able to create this blogsheet, because of life's hard tasks... i needed a break- i found it. or so the old saying goes, veni, vidi, vici...... just kidding.
good night now; i need to shine my shoes. (damn.)
nyt y'all.......