The Interzone

I miss my spacious room bwahaha. Anyway, it has been a long time since I stayed home, I think I was growing mushrooms on my head in that unit of ours. BURN IT TO THE GROUND says it, but I did not heed it. Just finished transcribing some marvelous interviews, and keeping the ball rolling for my thesis is making me happy. Asked mom to accompany me to Roxas Boulevard because I don't know where the hell DENR is. Hehe I'm such a clueless brat. Will be accompanying her to far-flungs soon anyways. Hope I can get my hands on the mangrove manuscript of forester peras, I think it'll give me a clearer view of the mind-set of people in Barangay Cawayan ang Ungos. (Although it pains me to think of Dr. Salvador raising questions that pertain to OSTROM arrgh) Anyhoe, gotta shape up on Thursday because my history grades are hilarious. Honestly, I am BAD when it comes to details, no need to day honestly because it's pretty obvious. Just finished watching Naked Lunch, and it was more discombobulating than Donnie Darko (although it made use of weird animals, this time insects). Burroughs has a warped mind, and I wish I can be as ironed out so I can be transcendental. Hohum wish I had a less-scary interzone, well sort of have it when the clock strikes 2 am.