People are painting the house beige. Or yellow. Or whatever name they have for it.

My room, on the other hand, will be painted 'Flamingo Sweet'. Please don't laugh. It's the best shade of orange I could find on Boysen's color catalogue.

I've been home for two days now, and every time I wake up, the stench of paint is the first one to greet me. Which accurately explains my runny nose and my frequent headaches, if you discount the fact that I have been eating ice cream nonstop even with this kind of weather.

My parents decided to have our house repainted, or remodelled, or renovated in general. Actually, the renovation kicked off like, eleven months ago, but we only felt the sense of urgency right now, as the brood decided to flock in our 'ancestal' house for the holidays.

That's why we feel crowded. That's why I feel ill everyday, because of the fluttering sawdust, because of the offensive smell, because of the smell of labor. LOL. But no complaints, too bad I won't see the whole thing finished since work had to be cut to give way for our dearly beloved Christmas.

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I have two sets of accounting problems to be solved throughout Christmas break. I know it's not that bad, but I don't have a study table at home to rest my calculator on. My old one is now covered with newspapers, with beige paint splattered all over it.

Which makes me consider answering the whole thing at our hometown's very own Jollibee branch (yes, I am so proud of this), while facing the risk of seeing my high school teachers or high school enemies again, after almost two years of pure bliss.

I don't know. I just want to think I have some sort of a problem. Because right now I don't, and I don't want to get used to the feeling because it might kill me when January 6 approaches. I miss my UP life already. But my hometown, Tabaco, looks fun enough, it reminds me of Bella's Washington town in 'Twilight', since they both look really gloomy and Indie movie-ish.

Not that I'm a fan.