DAY 50: running ragged

It's the 50th day of my summer. And I didn't even know it until I opened my blog and wondered what number should be on the title. I would have celebrated this day, the milestone that indicated two-thirds' worth of summer days. But the truth is, I'm going insane with my life. Remember when I wanted to get out of Cagayan de Oro before it stifles me? What I didn't realize was that I was going to have a month of May with nothing but crazy rush rush rush because I was out of Cagayan de Oro most of the time. My wish turned my life upside down, poetically speaking. (And that's all the creativity I've squeezed out of myself today.)

So now, I'm off to Bukidnon again, after just having been there two days ago. This time, it's for a national convention of student publications all over the country. And it's gonna be four days and a half, with many lectures and unfamiliar faces to fill up the time. I'm rather scared. And nervous. I'm never excited when it comes to these things; I'm just either scared or nervous. Sheeesh.

See you when I get back. And then I'll post all the entries I've promised. Because I must honor promises.

Aut inveniam viam aut faciam. I will either find a way or make my own. But before summer ends, it should be here.


P.S. Today I bought a book on impulse, just because the novel was set in Paris. And I'm a sucker for anything related to France. Plus, it was only for Php90.00. A steal, for a France-related novel. I wish all my addictions are this cheap (You hear me, Starbucks?). The book is entitled Blame It on Paris by Jennifer Greene. She's pretty good, I tell you.