Hodgepodge

Why is it that when I actually have something to blog about, there would always be a hindrance that will force me to quench my thirst to digitally rant for a few hours or days? And yes, I am talking yet again about the so-called internet connection of our dorm. Also, my Mac is not responding. *insert tantrum

But now starting the actual post:

I cannot define this week in a lone adjective or noun. Before yesterday morning, I would've said that the week has gone perfectly. I've probably had only four classes, and it's not because I cut, but because our teachers didn't show up. And who doesn't like having no classes to attend?

Thursday night was also our dorm's Christmas party. Finally, a chance to let go of all the stress on the dancefloor! (Just kidding, I only danced to about five songs.) Jiggy and I were actually waiting for the meteor shower supposedly scheduled at one in the morning, thus, we were out in the "garden" most of the time.

At around 2 am, I saw my first shooting star. Ever. But it was after all a meteor shower, and I was lucky enough to have seen 26 shooting stars. But of course, those moments most likely had more impact because of the people I was with. Maybe someone in particular. Maybe it was the guy I was with for the most part of the stargazing.

Allow me to rewind just a bit. Our dorm had an exchange gift thing, and I received a book. You're probably expecting a lot more enthusiasm from me because of my deep obsession for books, unfortunately however, I already have a copy of the book my SP gave me. But I really do appreciate her effort to buy me a present. What I did though, was give the book to my roommate, Bea, since she collects the same series and didn't have that book yet. So I didn't get a gift that day, but I honestly thought it didn't matter, since I was actually having fun at a social gathering.

Pertaining to my thoughts on receiving no gifts... I was wrong.

As much as I like the presents, I also like... Okay, I won't finish that thought. Too cheesy. Anywaaay, at least I have a new London-y thing to add to my collection.

But as I've said, I cannot deem my week perfect. Because someone stole my wallet. And I know it wasn't just my carelessness that caused the disappearance of that wallet. My roommates' wallets were wiped clean of money as well. At least their wallets containing IDs, cards, and mementos were left behind. I was unlucky enough to lose not only money, but my ID and library card as well. *facepalm

I'll end this post here. I'm starting to feel depressed over the loss of my wallet again. (To the person who stole my wallet, just take the money - and even the wallet itself, but please, please return my IDs. Thank you.)

Currently abandoning you with an awkward picture of my very cute lantern for last night's UPV Lantern Parade. Which also was my first, by the way.

P.S. Sorry for all these feels. Have an emotional Christmas!