Dorm Fever!!!

I feel so alone every time my sister leaves the dorm, making me feel so lonely. :( I get thrilled sometimes when my friends invite me to hang-out, to just chill. I barely get network from our globe tattoo so, I can't easily write my blog. My eyes are usually shut whenever I'm at dorm, all I do is to sleep and sleep and sleep. But then, it's hard to force yourself to sleep if you're not feeling it so I do movie marathons or series marathon. Believe it or not I'm close to memorizing the lines from the movies and series that I watch and always hitting on replays. I want somethings done here in my dorm such as cleaning the bathroom(this is a lie, my sister cleans the bathroom, I don't), sweeping the floor, organizing things that are messing with my eyes, doing the laundry, trying to do on my home works and fixing(more like doodling on)my planner. But then I can't get them to be done, my mind always wants me to cram and be nagged by my sister because of all the creepy mess that I don't give a crap on cleaning. :)))) I get totally sad and if I get that feeling, I stare at the mirror and make faces, I sometimes dance in front of the mirror just to entertain myself. Creepy right? Even I, myself think that I'm like a narcissistic person. I don't know if that would be a good thing. Since I am a Psychology major student.  My dorm fever ends when my sister comes home and do some hugging and chitchatting how her day was.

Unexpected Holiday.

Well, Christmas is the most awaited holiday of all the holidays right? Indeed, even I couldn't wait for that wonderful holiday; the ambiance of giving and receiving gifts, the festive foods sat on the table, and the decorations and different catchy colorful lights filling the streets and houses. And of course, we do lots and lots of shopping. :)

Yeah, but today, I just felt like an ordinary day had just passed and nothing special. :| Maybe it is just that I celebrated the Christmas eve with my 2 siblings only. We prepared and cooked the food for our "noche buena" just the three of us, with the help our nanny. I know, it sure is fun, cooking stuffs and having that feeling as the chef for just the night. But what really knocked me over from my nirvana is that when the clock struck 12 midnight, everything was set and ready to be eaten and drank, I got in my seat and stare at the food we cooked and the three of us (my siblings and I) ate what we've prepared. :( It's different when mom was still here and dad is around. :(