A Bad Day

What do you do when you're having a bad day? What sort of rituals does one need to perform to relieve them of the unsettling feeling? Today was just bad. Plain, textbook bad.

Debating is great, don't get me wrong. I love debating. It keeps my intellectual juices flowing, orgasmic even. I've been debating since high school. It was the one thing that challenged me ( got distracted by the TV at this point) to get going.

But today, gahh. There were a lot of reasons why I didn't join the debate championships. I'm busy working at the marine lab, volunteering for a good cv, studying for my thesis, and prepping for my overseas trips. But no! I just had to meddle with the organization of the whole VMDC '10. I was asked to take care of the awards and stuff. So there. It was partly my fault though. I tried to avoid the debate society because I knew they'd push me to do something. They knew I don't say no. I'm just too kind-hearted. And that's what's wrong with me. i sacrifice too much. Crap. But unfortunately they cornered me. So now I was given more responsibilities. But it wasn't enough.

I occasionally showed up during the competitions when I had free time. Sometimes I even ate the extra food alloted for those who registered. hehe But today, I didn't plan on going to Silliman to see the competition. I imagined meeting the debaters tonight at the break party night only. That never happened. You see, the supposed swing teams didn't show up today. And the head organizer said that they couldn't continue the whole competition without the swing teams. So there I was, whiling away my time imagining the fun I would have that night when Wiem from SU A called. Prior to her call, Anna and Robbie both texted urgent messages to those members of the socitey who din't join the championships. As usual, I ignored it. But the call. The call, I couldn't say no to. Damn what is wrong with me? I said yes.

The first round was okay. Second round, not so bad. When the third round came, my fellow on-call swing team mate had to go home (he was still a high school student). I couldn't iron man to save my life (yet). I tried talking out of it, saying maybe there was somebody else who cold take my place. There was none. So I said  okay again. Then the worst thing came. I was OG. I couldn't for the life of me do that! I didn't debate. I apologized to the house my reasons, although I gave a little definition or else the whole debate would've come crashing. It would have been better if I was closing. But no, it didn't happen for me.

So there. Bad day. The third round ended around 9pm. I didn't even think about going to the break night party anymore. Here I am, blogging. Not partying. But I'm resilient. Rock-like. I don't care. I'm just tired. That's all.