Jaah’s so cute, asking me what I think she should do about Helen and Geanne. I really don’t know. Geez, what kind of a friend doesn’t know what to do? A friend like me, I guess. It’s good that her brother is here to calm her down. I think she’s crying now. Godddd, I don’t know what to do.

I think the best way to deal with this would be to confront them both. Earlier, we thought of calling Geanne up but then I don’t think much could come of that. Texting would be out of the question because she could ask Helen first and then she’d end up covering for her friend.

Someone please tell me what to do.

So far, I have:
Option 1 - Kill the klepto (Thanks Kim and Charms)

That’s it.

I think I should just go and get drunk. Maybe then I’ll be able to figure out what we should do. Dang it, I said pag-strike3 na, I’ll be setting fire to their closet. But then I don’t think I could do that to Geanne. She isn’t so bad after all.

Aaaaaaaaaaaagh screw you Helen! Do you have any idea how stressful and turbulent our lives are? Maybe not, you closet-raiding whore.

I’m so angry I’m starting to cry. I hate being angry. I hate hating people… even if some deserve to be hated.

I can’t believe you even tried to befriend us, slut. I can’t believe how we thought you were the nicer one compared to Geanne. I can’t believe you have the guts to say hi when we see each other in Katipunan, you two-faced social climber.

You don’t know what you’re up against.

Now I’m stark raving mad because Helen also stole three of my clothes last summer. I found out because when I checked her closet one time, I found one of my shirts. And then some time after that, I found my hanger (yes, I know my hangers very well. They have names, you know) in their closet. I’m so frikken sure that she stole it because, let’s face it, Geanne isn’t exactly the size –err- type to wear those kinds of clothes.

Damnit, I was so war mode earlier but now I don’t have anything to whine about. Augh. But I do thank Mr. HH for somehow distracting me and making me smile even if it’s just through lame-ass ym. There. I’m not so angry anymore. I can’t wait for Monday though because that’s when we’re gonna be interrogating —err- confronting the two of them. I’m not sure how to go about it though so it’s kinda good that we have the weekend to think about it. For tonight, we will just be ransacking their room. But I couldn’t wait for Jaah and Rona to get home so I pre-ransacked it already. And what do you know, Helen took everything home. It’s just UTAKAN from here on. I know it. I feel it. We all know that Helen took the stuff. But we just gotta figure out a way to make her admit it. Meanwhile, she’s figuring out a way to hide it. It’s just a matter of strategy. This is the real UP vs. Ateneo. And we are about to prove once and for all that Ateneans are smarter! For the sake of the entire Ateneo population, really.

So help us god.

Heath Ledger! OMFG, goosebumps…

I bet I’d end up watching this movie over and over again with different sets of friends (and, uhm, special friends?) just like I did with Harry Potter, Pirates of the Carribean, Kung fu Panda, Da Vinci Code, and other great (although sometimes overrated) movies I’ve looked forward to watching (hold on, why is Kung fu Panda in this list?? I just happened to watch it over and over again but it isn’t exactly a great nor overrated movie). Ro–uhhm…New Guy and I are watching Dark Knight on Friday. But I’m honestly more excited about the movie than our “first date”, srsly (I swear on Chris Tiu’s face, so believe me). If there be butterflies in me tummy and if there be sparks between us, I really don’t think I’d notice. Really.

New Guy’s mathematical-retardedness is becoming more and more apparent… and appealing. *sigh* Ironically though, I’m helping him become less and less of a dufus when it comes to math so *sigh* there goes his crush-ability. Not! He’s really hilarious and I’d think we’d really hit it off but his nose! Oh his nose! I just noticed it yesterday and, frankly, with a nose like that? Uh-uh. Not if we’re having kids, no. I mean, lookit me nose, it’s just there for respiratory purposes. But aesthetically? And yours? Uh-uh, hell no. Let’s just see how far your personality and your artsy-fartsy self takes ya.

Mr. Hormonally-hyperactive, on the other hand… oh, I’m cracking him. I gotta gitcha wrapped around my finger and the game is on. Almost there! I think the hair’s gonna seal the deal, just you wait for it. And the AMF271 exam bet slash soon-to-be-TOSH-date-and-we’re-just-waiting-to-know-who’s-gonna-pay will be the death blow. From then on, I will slowly suck the life out of you. Date me? Srsly? Dream on.

And from the guy I haven’t heard from in months since I got back from Australia… Japs! He asked me out a couple of days ago. To watch High School Musical on Ice. Idiot! Haha. So then I told him that I was about to get tickets myself and that we could just “be there” on the same show time so we could meet after or something. We were both “there” last night, hahaha. He even went to the meet-and-greet part after the show and pretended to act like a really big fan, asking to have a picture with just me and then asking me to sign his shirt. Awww. I super missed that crazy guy.

Enough about guys.

I think my AMF friends (who are watching HSMOI) are going to kill me if they find out that I won’t be performing on the date/time they’re going to watch. I just found out that media nights are going to be next weekend and that the clips they’re gonna take then are also going to be shown in the news and in quite a number of talk shows on national television. So, naturally, the best manager in the world knew what to do. And then we shuffled my performance schedule quite a bit and I would end up doing all the shows for the remaining weekdays and Sarah would perform on Saturday and Sunday. All this publicity, ech, is making it difficult for me to stay out of the radar. Just last week I got about four calls for interviews and studio photos. Nope nope nope. That’s not going to be me. One even asked me for a live interview on this talk show and I said “NO!” with so much conviction that I felt I had to give a good enough reason why. But I was so sleep-deprived then that I could only come up with a lame answer: “I curse a lot” But srsly, that makes sense. It’s a live interview and kids and their parents are gonna be watching and HSM is a GP movie and I can’t end giving ridiculous answers peppered with expletives. Not a very good image of “Gabriella Montez”

Srsly, between J.Trib and Mr. HH, Imma give it to Mr. HH this time. Lately he’s showing a lotta signs of stupid… which is pretty damn cool. But then it could never last, right? I guess it’s too early to tell. What I can tell is this guy is bad news. It’s the right kind of wrong. I do enjoy the occasional flirting but then I sometimes lose track of why I’m messing with this dude. I think we’re starting to be good friends so I’m not sure if Imma push through with this personal vendetta of mine (that is to traumatize all guys who have broken the hearts of many many girls). Get close, reach into his heart, rip the fucking thing open, and leave it bleeding for all to see. With Mr. HH, I’m not sure I could hurt the guy that bad. Most of the time I hate his guts but sometimes I just feel sorry for the guy.

But lately I realized that he’s not MY ideal guy (gasp). Now before you start thinking that I’ve found someone who can whup Chris’ Hanford-poster-boy of an ass, I’ll go ahead and admit that my ideal guy has the ideal flaws. Aside from being athletic (chess is not a sport, neither is cheerleading) and musically-inclined, he must be AdamSandler-like sweet and JoeyTribbiani-like dumb. That’s about it. And oh, he must also drive like a maniac and suck at dancing. Being mathematically-retarded is definitely plus. He should also agree with me when I say that Rico Maierhoffer’s head belongs up in his ass.

Well, this is telling. So, in a nutshell, he must be like me but not like me. Hm. Interesting.

What’s more interesting is (get this)… I think I already met him… when I least expected to. While I’m trying my bestest to refrain from divulging more details on how we met (for fear of having him stumble upon this blog entry whilst stalking me, haha), let me simply immortalize the moment I realized that he’s… the… right amount of stupid.

We were hanging out in Rory’s Cafe (my favorite place in Katipunan as of July 2008) having an extensively sabaw conversation when we started talking about places we wanted to visit. I was still in the middle of racking my then vodka-infused brain for an interesting landmark when he declared “I’ve always wanted to find out what it’s like in the Baracuda triangle!” So I asked “What?? So is that like a place filled with, um, baracudas? What do you plan to do there?” And he went on to explain in the most adorably trying-hard-to-act-like-a-brainiac way that the ‘Baracuda triangle’ is actually an area in the Atlantic Ocean where aircrafts and sea vessels have mysteriously disappeared. I kept thinking “You stupid boy, it’s Bermuda kasi” but apparently, to him, I looked pretty confused (or pretty and confused, hehe) and I wasn’t saying a word (probably because I was trying so hard not blurt out an insult). So he was like “I can’t believe you’ve never heard about it!” and he went on to tell stories and rumors about the B-triangle. It was so hilarious but I couldn’t stand listening to him embarrassing himself so I finally said “It’s actually called Bermuda triangle…”  Silence. And then he laughed so hard that high-velocity drops of beer came flying out of his mouth. Cute.