peace. fuck it. war.

i'd headed off to the hospital to resume watch over my dad, who has for the first time ever, well since i can remember, submitted to hospital confinement so we can find out whatever the hell is wrong with him and we can go back to our marathon house watching and dinner table diatribes. though i privately agree with his theory that me being his daughter, crazy whacked out lunatic bitch that i am, has probably contributed to his condition.

while of course i'm worried-hello. two packs a day, half a case of beer to go with it. plus he's 55. or 33 as he would like us to believe.

but wait, i will take this moment to rant about the relative insensitivity of some people in the world, and the kindness of others that balance it.

i said yes to lot of committees this year. a lot. cause 1. i like helping people 2. i like planning events 3. i like working actually.

so i had academic reforms, which was a total paper overload with the theoretical bonus of overnight subic stay which i made use of not by staying up late and getting drunk but by heading off to dreamworld immediately after dinner. i still have a couple of liters of vodka by the way.

then there was national affairs, total doozy, cause hello. this is law school .land of the cono and borderline apathetic. though the little lady with the braces wearing spokesman really took care of that apathy. a blog comment here, a meeting there, but hey... i got to sit behind chiz escudero's ass during DEBATE. which for most people would be a plus.

then there was grad. it was fun mind you. the nice kuyas and ates who helped make law school easier to stomach were saying goodbye, and i wanted to personally oversee it. it has left me close to bankrupt and with ruined heels, an exhausted mind, and a completion to take in oblicon, but i loved doing it and i will do it again!!!!!

i have lots more committees to come, though they're not really work heavy til june.

but idiot that i am, i said yes again to another committee. don't get me wrong, i can handle it. it's something i'm a bit used to doing, so okay lang.

what bugs me about it is that one of the people there, upon finding out that i was in the midst of a crisis, still was insensitive enough to ask me for a progress report even after i said that i'd get to it soon enough.

when i say i can do it, fuck it, i can do it.

now given the recent state of events in my life i might just be not receiving messages right. and i understand, i really do, that the job is time sensitive. but i think i recognize insensitivity from a mile away, and it bugs me. if it turns out that my dad is really sick and i had to deal with that kind of thing, i'll be really really pissed.

but then there are the nice people, like ma'am feliciano's assistant who has been delaying my removals so i can attend to my family. and irish my beloved ex seatmate who sits one chair farther now to accomodate andrea hahahahahahaha. you guys make my day.

so to the people who want to take me down this week, the people who want to say i can't be trusted to do my job, the people who want to call me basura, the people who just just plain want to die,

give me a week. i'll get back to you.