Lost In My Bedroom

• It's mother's day and I just wrote a 7/10 mushy letter for my mom but I just sent it to her Facebook account cause I didn't have enough time to write it on paper.
• Ice is currently going haywire. Its webcam cannot be detected. While I did some troubleshooting, I think I only made things worse. I deleted this driver or something. I have to go to the mall to have it checked. Don't die on me, Ice.
• My sleeping schedule is still fucked. It's a quarter to three in the morning and I'm still typing away as if I'm any good in writing. I should really fix my sleeping patterns cause classes resume in like — checks the calendar — fifteen days! I wasn't even aware that it was that close.
• Adding to the third entry, I haven't even enrolled yet. I have no idea what subjects would be credited, what my block will be, if I do have a one, my classes and my schedule. I'm pretty much excited, thrilled, and terrified all rolled into one.
• I was supposed to be enrolled today but mom didn't have the money cause she hasn't withdrawn yet. I called CLA (College of Liberal Arts, my future home) about three times asking for the enrollment. I really love the "Thank you for calling De La Salle University..." So, I'm guess I'll be officially a Lasallian on Tuesday.
• LPEP will be on Wednesday and Thursday! It's like the Lasallian version of the Thomasian Welcome Walk. I am so psyched! I get to meet new people and experience the Lasallian life.
• I'm afraid that I'm bragging to much to people that I'm going to be studying in La Salle. Just me typing "Lasallian" or "De La Salle University" makes me feel for myself that I'm bragging. Hopefully I'm not.
• I'm going to be majoring in Literature. Heck, I'm not even good in writing poetry, prose, or different articles that are worth reading. My friends think otherwise. But I just can't see the good in me. I'm following a bunch of people who write stupendously. Here I am, writing like an amateur, attempting to be a cornier and loser version of a writer for trying to make a novel, and craving for notes on my entries on my blog. So pitiful on my part. I long for likes from other people because I can't appreciate my own. And when I do get a feeling that I made something worthy, I barely get any notes.
• With my new url, crepuscularliteralist, I don't think I am in the position to call myself as a literalist. Crepuscular is acceptable because of, like I said, my fucked up schedule. Maybe I should change it to crepuscularamateur for a while until I can really call myself a literalist.
• Lastly, I don't know where I would end up if when I graduate in La Salle. Would I end up as a writer like I highly dream of? Would I be like Gian and Em working at ABS-CBN as a writer? I really don't know. Would I just be a high school teacher? I hope it's good enough that I could live on my own and have fun. Roughly, I'll be graduating at around twenty years old, I think.