March Entry Number 2

It's a nice rainy Saturday over where I am, and this has not been very helpful in motivating me to study for finals week. I just want to curl up in my cold bed, wrap myself in blankets and either watch a good movie and drink a cup of hot chocolate, or lie daydreaming while lazy instrumentals play in the background.

Or you know, just sleep and proceed to snore really loudly.

And I can't really do all that, because of aforementioned finals week. Meaning, I have an exam every day and no time in between to actually study for each one. But finals week also signals something else...SUMMER! Sweet glorious summer! Freedom and wonder and joy and awesomeness and...I-I'm tearing up just thinking about it. They're tears of HAPPY EXPECTANCY, mind you! Pictured here:

Also pictured: Possible symptom of psychosis.

Cool segue! So apparently there's a 'Hunger Games' film out, and in fact, most of the people I know have been talking about it. On Facebook (and you know it's big when it's on Facebook), and in real life (not that I would know. I don't really have a 'real life' anymore, and..gosh, that's sad). The earliest I've heard about this 'Hunger Games' thing (which frankly to me sounds like one of those competitive eating contest titles) was last year, when some of my blockmates have been passing around copies of the books, borrowing them one after the other. But even now, I still don't know what it's all about.

I do know it could be about this, though.

But anyway, I could probably get around to knowing more about it come summer, which starts in a little over a week from now. However, would anyone care to give me a quick summary? Or is this one of those things that you have to find out for yourself? Like what it feels like to pee standing up and you're a girl (vice versa if you're a guy). Aaaannd moving on, I have a ton of things I want to do for summer and I want it to be one of the most best summers ever, because it's right before I start clinical internship, which is just as scary as it sounds. Plus, I would also like to actually catch up with you guys and your blogs. I MISS ALL OF YOU! :( 

So virtual hugs and a sad "wait for me!" for all of you. Finally, check out what one of my friends did for this blog (willingly, and in no way at all influenced by my not-so-anonymous request on her own blog):

Ain't it precious? I may use it as my blog's official blog button, if it's alright with the totally-willing-and-not-at-all-forced-to-do-so-against-her-will creator! So yeah. That is all. You may go on with your lives.

Will the ads be always in your fervor, (or whatever that Hunger Games phrase is. Don't kill me, fans!)

Jeepers Creepers Where'd You Get Those Peepers

Oh hai there. Happy March to everyone! We're already a little over a week into this year's 3rd month and I only have 5 posts on my blog for 2012 so far. For shame, I know. However, I have a perfectly good excuse that involves report papers, fieldworks, exams and patient evaluations. But for everyone's sake, I will spare us all from my lengthy whining and get straight to the topic of this post, which is...

the fact that our house is haunted. Yes, you read that right. I have enough compiled evidence right now to deduce that I am stuck in my own horror movie. Meanwhile, other actual horror movie characters are all like:

"Yeah. Let's see how you like it, you poopyhead."

First incident: When the house help and I get back home after grocery shopping, brother comes home from school and immediately complains about us being meanies since we didn't open the door for him when he came home earlier. Naturally, we look all confused as he explains to us that we clearly just stared at him from the upstairs windows, not moving despite his repeated doorbell attempts. He said he eventually got pissed off and goes back to chill at his school for a while (which is a 5 minute walk away). But then, how can we stare at him from the upstairs windows (like he claimed we did) when we were out when he came home earlier than expected?

Second Incident: Home alone as both the house help and my brother were out doing way more interesting social stuff and I was just slumped on the bed stalking people I wished I actually had social connections with (disregard that) when suddenly I hear three loud knocks on my bedroom door. At that instant I'm like...

"Oh gawd. I am screeeeewwwweeed."

Shaking, I slowly brushed off all the junk food wrappers piled on my bed, got up and walked slowly towards my bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob and swung the door open, simultaneously half-croaking, half-stuttering a hasty "Y-y-yes?". There was no-one there, thankfully. Although, looking back, I don't really know what I'd do if there was an actual entity staring back at me when I opened the door. 

So, on top of these two major incidents, some of my stuff has also gotten moved around (although this could be attributed to a nosy brother who keeps messing with my stuff in search of my super secret junk food stash), and there is sometimes that creepy feeling that I'm being watched. 

So yeah. Perhaps there will be more developments regarding our "haunted house" in the near future. But for now, I can actually take comfort in the fact that someone has actually taken an interest in me.

Um...yay?

Boo,

Oh, and to the anon who asked what speech pathology is, read my response here. I'm honestly really happy someone wanted to know more about it.