I have been trying since time immemorial to be organized and make something out of the chaos that is my life. Testament to this is the numerous datebooks and organizers I've accumulated in the past--all filled up only a couple of months at most. I've stopped using organizers since I realized that I am just wasting good money on planners that are not helping me get organized in the least. All the phones I've used have an organizer of sorts but aside from the usual birthdays and occasional can't-let-pass happenings, they've remained mostly unused.
Since the year is fast drawing to a close, all sorts of planners and organizers once again abound in bookstores and shop counters. I never really paid any attention, but this article somehow got me interested in maybe, just maybe, giving self-organization one more chance.
Anywho, I am not getting any younger with each passing day notwithstanding my kid-at-heart outlook in life. It's high time I act even a little like my real age and be an adult in the real sense. How scary. It is gonna be a challenge, that's for sure. Just thinking up of worthy, meaningful stuff to put in those blank pages is already a big hurdle, sloth that I am.
Speaking of which, that reminds me I just finished getting evaluated at work. I admit I am not surprised to hear that my superiors expect a bit more initiative on my part as a prerequisite of my position. They were kind enough to attribute my passivity to my relative lack of experience, being new (compared to them) in this line of work. You could probably guess that I let out a BIG sigh of relief having my annual evaluation over with and getting decent marks despite my initial misgivings. Just makes me all the more jazzed up to have a new start in the coming year.
So. I just saw the last of him this afternoon--I have no idea when we'll get together again. The thought gets me down as nothing else could. He's still in the country but I am already getting depressed. Damn.
Oh, and I've had my butt-length cut yesterday. It's now just a little past my shoulder blades. I was in a shock for quite some time after the haircut, but I'm out of my funk now.
For as far as I could remember, I've had this fascination (almost bordering on obsession) with vampires. Yeah, even before the vampire fad brought on by Edward Cullen. It started I think with Anne Rice's Coven of the Beloveds (I totally loooove Lestat de Lioncourt), although I really can't be sure. For my English Lit book review, I used (surprise, surprise!) Bram Stoker's Dracula. And sue me for being a conformist here, but I do like the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn most especially.
You could probably guess how thrilled I was when I discovered the Vampire Wars app on Facebook. I'm not exactly addicted, but I play and I sure do love looking at all those avatars. Here's my current avatar:
Nowadays, I am hardly alone in my pursuit of the darkness, so to speak. It gets kinda annoying though, in a way. With vampire novels cropping up left and right, and even more fans/freaks lapping them up, I am just another one in an ocean of vampire freaks. What really bugs me though are those who just got on the vampire fad bandwagon just because of the Twilight Saga. Excuse me for pointing this out, but worshiping Edward Cullen does not a real vampire freak make. The lovably obnoxious yet self-deprecating Lestat still gets my vote over the more-of-a-saint-than-a-dark-creature Edward, thank you very much.
Contrary to the usual upgrade of gadgets, I just downgraded and got myself an �ber-simple talk-and-text-and-nothing-else mobile phone in place of my also outdated Motorola V3.
The new Multiply panorama view is rather nifty:
Now I don't even have to go out of the Inbox (pun intended) to read everything. Currently it's available only for Premium users, but soon it will be available for everyone.
Lately I've been seeing some people put up their Christmas wishlists. Got me thinking about my own list. So I put up my own, although with a little modification since my birthday's coming up first before Christmas. I call it my Birthday+Christmas Wishlist. I had some trouble putting stuff in my list. Seems my gadget lust has abated, for the moment at least. Anywho, without further ado, here's my list:
Listening to Metallica while blogging at 7:00 on a Monday morning is not such a bad start for a week. I just finished correcting the blasted forms I revised last Friday--I was in such a hurry to get out that I made mistakes in each of the three sheets. Damn, talk about carelessness. Anywho, as I said I just made the necessary corrections and am now just waiting for the signatory to show up so I could get it back to production.
So. The start of another work week. The tedium of it makes me feel all of my twenty-three years and impending twenty-fourth birthday in a not-so-flattering way. God, I feel old. How pathetic. Hope there's something to look forward to.
