It started out with me sitting in Angelicum College's AVR, with much attraction to red things (LOL), and realizing that unlike my org mates, I had to sit in a panel of adjudicators. But no problem with that, really, since I am a positivist. I expected that I will sit alone as an adj for the next round because the organizers have a concept of 'variety' or diversity or what have you.

And so the first round ended with me playing like a mute psycho as the chair delivered his oral adj to those hormonal high school debaters. Blabla, and two hours after, with me getting agitated since I had to decide whether or not I have to go to this required UAAP game for my table tennis class, the organizers announced the match ups and the adjudication assignments.

Oh my gahd.

I was still a panelist. And I was with the same people [not that I HATE them]. And we still have the same chair.

Could it even do any good if I grabbed a microphone and screamed out: Variety is the spice of life?! That dormancy kills, idle hands are the devil's playground or whatever aphorism mankind has invented to convince the organizers to press that freaking randomize/shift/whatever button in Excel! Oh my God, I want to use my mouth and speak, not just my hands with a GTec Pen. I just...want to oral adj. But no, they were just too lazy to at least change that lone freaking column in their Excel document. I mean, honestly, we have the twin concept of dormancy and boredom. Grrrrr.

That is why much to my dismay, I had to loeave. Because one: I didn't see any point since I will be having the same experience anyway 2) because I had to watch that table tennis game 3) because I felt so irrationally annoyed with such a shallow reason (lol).

That meant I had to leave my prospets behind, with much anonymity. Lol. Good thing may JPES pa bukas, sa UA and P. Wahahaha.

This is just bad and depressing.

And I still have to do my laundry. So surreal. Laundry. Bad, bad laundry.