Happy Halloween

Hal·low·een also Hal·low·e'en n.
October 31, celebrated in the United States, Canada, and the British Isles by children going door to door while wearing costumes and begging treats and playing pranks.

October 31, Halloween; a day of celebration for Wiccans and other pagans; also called November Eve, Hallowe'en, Feast of Souls, and Feast of the Dead.

The evening preceding Allhallows or All Saints' Day.

Last night's halloween party was great. Good food, great friends, addicting salsa dip, fabulous music and awesome costumes. I was a late arriver. I slept for two hours in the afternoon so at least I wouldn't be so tired at night because I worked that morning. I also bounced early. I left at past 11pm because, well, I had to work this morning. I'm not complaining. I'm just tired. I'm going to church tonight. I'm invited to a block halloween party tonight but I don't think I'm going to go. I need rest. I have work tomorrow morning. In any case, happy halloween.

But who's complaining?

Yesterday, I worked in the morning and went to a meeting that was moved from 2:30 to 3:30pm. It was over at around 5:30pm. My friend and I didn't know where to go so we decided to go to the mall. Well, he was the "girl" yesterday. He shopped and I didn't. I was simply tagging along. By 7pm, we were on our way to his house. There was no one home so he invited a few friends over to hang out. They really didn't start arriving till almost 9pm but it was ok since we basically ate and watched movie until our friends arrived. There was a big argument on wheteher the plural for fish is still fish or fishes. Anyhow, I left before midnight because I still had to go to work in the morning.

Came morning. I started work earlier today at 5:30am. I was done ate 12:30pm. I'll be taking a nap in a bit because later I still have to a halloween party. I think I might leave early, though. I'm still not fully recovered and I need to be ok by Monday because I have to study. I have midterms next week. Besides, I start work again tomorrow at 5:30am. The beauty of being and independent young woman: too young, too inexperienced, too underpaid. But who's complaining?

Wearing it out

So I did finally went back to sleep at past 6am this morning. I kept waking up almost every hour. I decided that it was hopeless at past 10am so I decided to get up. I wonder how many people nowadays are sick of chicken soup. I've been eating nothing but chicken soup since Monday, with an exception of a couple of lunch meals and some bread on the side. On the upside, I had an avocado shake this evening even though it was supposed to be bad for me.

The errands that I was supposed to run earlier were still not done. I guess there's always tomorrow. I still have to buy my costume for the halloween party this coming Saturday. I submitted my paper, though, and my professor wished me well. I kinda have to. It's our midterm next week.

My friend is going to have a birthday bash on Dec. 18th and I have a significant role. All the invitations are done and printed out, just need some punch holes for the ribbons, and are going to be sent out next week. Here's the thing, though. My cousin called me at around 8pm and told me that he was getting married and asked me to be one of the bride's maids. Guess when their wedding date is. That's right, Dec. 18th. Go figure. But he's family and we practically grew up together so I would have to go. So I called my friend immediately after I hang up to tell her that I couldn't make it on her birthday shindig. After so much apologies, she said she understand. I know she was disappointed. I would be, too, if I was in her situation. See, she's the kind of person who plans things out ahead of time. And me bailing out on her doesn't help, and of course, would lead to disappointment. Even though she said she understood because family comes first, I know what she must be feeling. I feel guilty also because I promised to be there. I promised to be one of those people who would be there to light up her path and wish her nothing but good things. I told her I'll make it up to her. Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to do that. That's one night I'm going to miss out. That's one night I could never get back again. That's the night they're going to have their last dance.

I guess I should go and try to get some sleep now. I'm working tomorrow and have to get up at 4am. I have some time to rest after because I get off from work before 11am. Then we have a meeting at 2pm, afterwards would be my co-worker's baby shower. I'm still clogged up and sick but I'm getting better, just wearing it out.

Insomnia

in·som·ni·a n. Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.

I slept at around 11pm. I woke up at 12:30am. I tried to sleep again and woke up at around 2am. I've been awake since. It's amazing how many thoughts can cross in a mind in a couple of hours that you're willing yourself to sleep...things that I could be doing, things that need to be done, to do list for the day, what had happened, what could happen, what I want to happen...it goes on and on, and yet, I'm still awake. Not just awake, mind you, WIDE AWAKE! My sleep deprivation might be because I'm used to getting up early. I usually get up at 4am to get ready for work. My internal clock might've been thrown off now that I have 2-days off from work. Still, it doesn't make sense that I'm awake at 2am with only more or less than a couple of hours of sleep. Another reason might be because of the cold (and I've been sneezing in the middle of the night, too!) I still have. It's one of the reasons why I'm in and out of my sleep for the past couple of days. But at least in previous nights, I get to go back to sleep. But I think I'm feeling better even though I don't have much sleep. I don't have headache anymore and the sinus has mellowed down. I've been drinking meds and lots of aqua, not to mention I've been drowning myself with hot tea and soup, so I guess those helped a lot. Still, I don't think I'm going to my night class tonight. I don't trust myself driving home at 10pm and my school is a 40-minute drive. So I'm just going to submit my paper during my professor's office hours and then go back to bed. I might have some errands to run today but that all depends if my lack of sleep would give me enough energy to get things done. For the meantime, I'll try to bore myself - which is hard coz I know a million things on how to amuse myself - and maybe I can get back to sleep.

Still Sick

How is it that some people can plan their lives way ahead of them even though they don't know how long they're going to live, and given that life - no matter how boring a person might live - has a lot of unexpected circumstances tagged along with it? How is it that even when a person is surrounded by opportunities, catching the right one - or any at all - is still as hard as finding the right love? Why is it that sometimes when running errands, the main ones were the ones forgotten? Is it because the mind is processing a million things at once and the important ones are simply overlooked? Or is it because the number of important things need to be done has increased drastically that it has become overwhelming, to the point that the initial significant items on the list are forgotten? Not much more to say, so much thoughts to process, nowhere to go...I'm still sick.

I'm sick

Sometimes sickness is blamed for not being coherent, not formulating the right decisions - or lack thereof - to being downright, well, stupid. Is it really excusable? Why is it that some people are still working hard while they're sick and yet they try to catch pity from people around them even if they don't admit it? Being sick has also become an excuse to drown oneself from self-pity and imagining the worst scenarios that could happen in life, or the worst scenarios that already happened. Not that the self-pity and the play-by-play worst case was not part of daily routine, it just seems to max it out when people are sick and they expect it to be excusable. I don't know what I'm blabbering about. I'm sick.