January a.k.a. The Grand Hangover

It’s been over a month since my last entry…not that I’ve been busy but I’ve been spacing out most of the time. Here’s a gist of my January. Or at least, what I remember of it.

FIRST WEEK OF JANUARY.

Thrown out of the house. Out of Cebu. I had been partying and getting drunk and getting high (natural) the entire holiday break that after New Year’s Day, in the wee hours of the morning, still drunk, my mom woke me up and told me I had a flight to catch. While I was out getting drunk, she had already packed my shit wanting to get rid of me. Armed with my plane ticket, which she purchased without me knowing, she managed to shock the hell out of me as she literally dragged me to the bathroom to freshen up and into the cab. Finally, I was wide awake and was already at the airport waiting to board my flight. I left Cebu on January 2, Wednesday, and all my plans until the first weekend of the year were simply and irritatingly screwed. Thanks Mom for being so sneaky.

SECOND WEEK OF JANUARY.

Back to normalcy mode. First class of the year was, of course, Obligations and Contracts under the god of Civil Law. Still at the state of mild eurphoria and a grand holiday hangover, I was on-deck for the goddamn recitation. Bloopers: SOLUTIO INDEBITI. I couldn’t say the the word right that I kept on mumbling "Sir um…shooo…sho…shoo…" In my head, I knew the arrangement of the letters…I could spell it had he asked me to just write it down. "What principle is that Ms. Bravo?" he asked. "Sir, the principle enshrined in the Civil Code that no man should be unjustly enriched at the expense of another." "And what principle is that?" he asked again."Sir um…shooo…sho…shoo…" Finally I said, "Sir, it’s the latin term I’ve given up trying to pronounce." They all laughed. DAMN!

THIRD WEEK OF JANUARY.

Broke but happy. I have this thing I’m trying to get off my system. When I’m stressed, new things brighten my mood. After all, I am still a girl. Splurging on things I don’t exactly need gives me pleasure. Thanks and no thanks to my fellow SBB Housemate Horta who induced me to bankruptcy. I got myself two bags, a men’s watch, cologne and over half-a-dozen shirts. 

Alcoholism. When alcoholics begin their detox, the withdrawal period is so hard that it gets one crazy. I couldn’t stop drinking abruptly. So I didn’t stop drinking at all which is driving my Niyaku up the wall each time! Once, I told him I’d be meeting up with Kaycee for a macchiato and promised to be home by 12. Kaycee, Angge, Dian and I had 3 buckets of Red Horse and I went home at 4 in the morning. Another time was when his Lambda Rho sisters asked him if I could hang out with them…just chill and drink a bottle or two. He adamantly said NO. And so I went home and waited for him to doze off then I snuck out and, yes, got drunk. 

FOURTH WEEK OF JANUARY.

Hellhole also known as Midterms. Due to excessive alcohol intake during the holidays and even after that, I am not surprised that half of my brain is already dead. I did poorly in all my exams. I couldn’t cite even a single provision verbatim and I was merely banking on ’stock knowledge’ and common sense. What a moronic way of viewing things. Where could the knowledge be stocked when my brain is half-dead?!  I have no one to blame but my never-ending affair with alcohol and my inability to resist such fatal attaction. Oh well…I’m only human. It’s time to pick up my shit and straighten up.

Withdrawal. "I’m Grachelle and I’m an alcoholic." REPLY: "Hello Grachelle!" 

AMUSEMENT OF THE MONTH: Zally, That Girl. She’s this ultimate loser from school who has long taken a social nose-dive. She has no friends. People talk to her not because they want to but because it’s just natural…like when you see a stray cat and you say "Hello kitty kitty!" or when someone sneezes you automatically say "Bless you!" Anyway,  she has this blog which created such a ‘controversy’ because its substance is as disastrous as her character. Do you remember the losers and social outcasts in high school? They have absolutely nothing to do because in all parties, they’re NOT invited. Trip to the mall…NOT INVITED. Sleepover at a girlfriend’s house…NOT INVITED. So, as past time, they just fantasize about the lives of the people who, unlike them, do have a life and create dialogues and scenes in their heads like they’re actually part of them. These social rejects will eventually become psychopaths, sociopaths and suicide statictics.

Zally That Girl can be likened to the high school ultimate loser. Only…she’s in law school. Do the math. It’s heinously pathetic.

P.S.
She once told Khalid, "Si G? Yung APO? Yung girlfriend ni Mark? E kaaway ko ‘yan e."
For the life of me, I could not remember kailan kami nag-away. Dahil walang ganung pangyayari. I don’t even talk to her. She’s NON-EXISTENT as far as I’m concerned. It’s another figment of her vast imagination yet again. Don’t worry dear, for you not to become a liar nor a freak at that, awayin na din kita para mag retroact ang facts mo. Happy now? Anyway, I’m kinda bored nowadays.