Tons of things. And moar.

**This is a looong entry. If you’re bored, let this entry make it even worse. So please, skip this. For your sake.

Well, not really. It’s just a little…overwhelming. Argh, it’s getting hard to type. The back part of my palms feel itchy recently. I dunno what’s wrong– can’t remember having contact with allergens or dirt. … Pfft, first real paragraph in this entry, and I’m already off-track. Way to go.

Hrm. I still am unsure whether it’s Wednesday today. Yeah, I know how to use a calendar and all that. It’s just my time perception whatchamacallit has warped or something. The reason? Here we go.

We’ve been assigned to some far-off place. It’s an hour and a half ride away from the city. We’re supposed to meet at school by 5 PM. Yeah, 5 PM. We arrived at the area by 6:30, and the half hour left is spent on dinner. Then our shift begins at 7. Which is worth 12 freaking hours. -Challenge accepted.-

So we get to camp at some unused reception area. There’s a long, tattered sofa there. Not much ventilation, so it was somewhat hot. Can’t open the windows– the staff said there had been cases of thievery, so we just had to endure all of this. The restrooms… Well, they look more or less like the ones you see in horror films— seemingly abandoned with all the dirt and stuff, then comes the awkward mirror in it. I wondered if I can make it, considering that I did not bring much food for me to get by (we were instructed to bring some since we’re not allowed to leave the area).

There’s this backdoor right across our waiting room. We weren’t allowed to open it, let alone explore the next area. We’ve been told that it’s where contagious diseases are being diagnosed, treated, etc. In addition, our teacher says there’s someone…or something which roams that area. Pfft, sounds vague enough to be Chuck Testa. Well, there are windows… Whenever I feel bored (or curious), I find myself staring at them, waiting for this little surprise.

Hm. Guess our first hours weren’t that bad. My friend brought along his laptop. We watched movies to pass time. It’s fun because the others brought bags of chips, nuts, and, god forbid, chocolates! From that point on, I knew I didn’t have to go Bear Grylls to live long enough for the shift to end.

At one of our conversations, our teacher promised to tell us the story about this…person (?) that visits the next room beside the one we’re staying at. She won’t tell us until it’s past midnight. Too bad she just slept the whole night away. F’shaw.  I would’ve woke her just to hear about it, but… is it really worth getting reprimanded about?

The rest had started sleeping; some on the couch, some on the floor in which they just covered up with their own long smock gown (it’s part of our uniform). … Man. I used the weekends to psyche myself into staying up sharp so late, and now this? It felt somewhat lonely.

I noticed there’s someone who decided to stay near the backdoor I mentioned earlier. There’s a desk and a chair there, and I saw Drew by himself, still awake. Of course, I had nothing else to do, so I approached him. Talked about this and that. Then I decided I want to go out for a while since the place seemed nice. It was around 3 AM, by the way.

Without asking for permission, Drew and I went out on our own. We found a burger stand across the highway. He felt hungry, so we went there and he bought burgers for himself. Me? Well… I was low on money, and I’m trying to save as much as I can. Just said I wasn’t hungry just to save face, lol. He did offer one to me (he bought two, that beast). The foolish me said no, since I was thinking about how my arteries would fare if I ever eat something like that in that unholy hour. I was hungry at that moment…how frustrating. The full moon looks bright on the starless sky. There’s a rainbow-like aura around it. I wondered if I can eat Drew instead…

While we talked, I recalled that he is the Captain of our department’s volleyball team. He used to enter dance competitions, played different sports, pretty much the jock type. It was something I also wanted for myself– to be able to do all those with my own body. I used to think I’m not fit for physical activities like those. I get tired easily, I find it hard to memorize dance steps, I’m not good with my body coordination when it comes to sports. What can one expect out of me? And so I avoided those as the years go by.

… Of course, I mentioned none of those to him. I didn’t want him to get smug and shit. Hell no. How can someone who likes to draw and eat sweets compare to a functional beast? I’d rather not think about it.

And so when we got back, we settled down at the same desk. Our half-awake friend (let’s call her Lyn) joined along. Talked about lots of stuff here and there. At one moment, Drew saw a cockroach behind me. Le me has given him strict orders to annihilate such atrocity. Yes, I am verrrry afraid of those. He smashed it with all his might and freaking laughed at me. Tch. … A little while later, the kitten (yeah, there were resident cats at the place) pawed it. The winged monster has moveth, for goodness’s sake. Drew said it can’t get anywhere anymore. I just frowned.

After a while, I think I decided to take a piss. It was 4 AM. The corridor leading to the eerie comfort room seemed long and eternal for me. I can’t turn on the lights since there were people sleeping. So I swallowed every bit of logic I had to go there, and tried switching on the lights of the restroom. Gawd, it looks worse than when I first saw it. I immediately turned it off, ran like a ninja back to the waiting area, and sat on a separate sofa. I just thought maybe if I sleep it off, I won’t have to take a piss anymore. We’re leaving by 7, so I probably could make it. 

The one I sat on was a one-seater. The other sofa has already been occupied by the two girls sleeping peacefully. I had no intentions of sleeping on the floor especially after the cockroach episode. So there’s just one thing to do– sleep sitting upright. I felt like a boss doing it, actually. I had my arms crossed, my head nodding off, having my own smock gown as my blanket. Yeah, just like warriors in RPGs. But heck, it sure wasn’t THAT comfortable. My neck just felt awkward. Then again, I managed to sleep for an hour and a half. Good enough. 

5:30 AM. Drew and the rest are asleep. I decided to go to the front/admission area, only to find my other classmate sleeping on the desk. She awoke a little while later, and asked if I was interested in taking a piss. Lolwut. We all were holding it in, so I sympathized. We roamed around and found one that is quite acceptable. Ah, bliss at last.

The rest had started getting up. After passing some time waiting for the bus, we managed to get home. I got home by 8:30 AM. I wasn’t able to lull myself to sleep when I got on the bed since I was quite ecstatic on playing the PSX RPG I’ve been on for a while. After getting tired, I dozed off, waking at 1 PM. I was scared of oversleeping because, well, we have to go back there again by 7. And the freaking bus leaves at freaking 5 PM later in the same day.

After packing up bread and a pillow (… yeah.), I went on ahead to school. I thought maybe I should get some sleep later when we arrive, so I went to the cafeteria to grab chocolate milk (it works for me). When I got there, Luther spotted me. He was with his classmates, studying for a long quiz. Chrysler was also there. Damn Luther made fun of me, making me sit with them and asking about why I look so dead. Couldn’t care about it– I was gonna have my long siesta later on, anyway.

When I finally got off, Chrysler suddenly asked, "Can’t you stay a little longer?"

"Why?"

"I want to tell you something."

"Well, we got Facebook for that."

He was adamant. He asked for my next free time. I wasn’t sure on what to say since we rarely get any of those. So I decided to stay and hear him out. We sat on a different table, away from the rest of Luther’s gang. I wasn’t expecting this kind of conversation, but I wasn’t surprised about it at all.

He told me about his body’s condition. It wasn’t really that life threatening, though anyone would be paranoid enough if one experiences it. I tried rationalizing the symptoms he has mentioned in a way he probably never looked at it, such as psychological effects of his stress. It’s common knowledge, but usually people never take it seriously unless they have felt it themselves.

It was great talking to him again. I have had the same problems on a lesser degree, but they were definitely nothing to overlook. I am glad that he comes to me for this kind of thing. I feel like I am finally able to do something useful. I’ve known him since high school and have witnessed some odd events happening to him like his occasional stiffing up. I had always thought something was definitely wrong about him, even if the others merely joke about it and say that it’s probably nothing. And, well, I am also curious about it. Maybe that had led me to ask more about how he feels, creating a sense of "I care"; and made him decide that I can be his confidant regarding this matter.

Well, I almost missed the bus because of our talk…but it doesn’t matter. It was an accomplishment on my part.

So we got back to the area… To put it bluntly, I slept the whole shift. Heck, yes. The pillow has certainly worked. I assumed an upright position again throughout the night, but this time with a pillow. The change felt nice. I didn’t want to lay on the sofa– who knows what kinds of dirt had lodged on to it over time.

Got home by 8:30 AM. Took a bath first. Felt reaaaally nice, since the water was warm. I suppose I fell asleep until 1 PM again. Luckily, we don’t have to go back there any longer. I can rest my head easy for the whole day. Too bad; my body feels accustomed to my recent schedule. It’s now 10 PM; my head feels heavy, but my consciousness is screaming out loud. I have classes tomorrow by 8 AM. I need to sleep early.

But no. Imma play RPGs until I drop dead here.

… Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. I lost my voice. I can’t talk well at the moment. It sounds raspy and, well… Ah, forget it.

… Holy. If I compile the entries I make over time, I can print them and pretend I’m a novelist or something. Lawl. Oh, that’s right. Maybe I should include sparkly vampires and dog people to make my novel seem legit.