It can be frustratingly depressing [depressingly frustrating] when things don't go the way you want it to be. What's even more crappy [and signifies that you are a loser] is when you get sad over the shallowest of things that did not go according to plan. And yes, i am pertaining to myself.

Tonight was supposed to be a good night for me. I planned on watching a marathon of "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" on DVD [burned by my ever-trustworthy friend John] while pigging out on various junk food that cost me more than a hundred pesos. The fact that i spent a considerably big amount of money for myself on chips is significant in itself. I rarely do things like spending lots for junk food. The night was supposed to be special.

But surprise, surprise. It wasn't.

The fucking DVD kept skipping, and when i finally got tired of wiping the DVD through a combination of my spit, water, and some tissue [disgusting, i know], i decided to watch using my mother's laptop. Great, i thought, this'll be even better, since it meant lying on my bed in my room, eating chips and just watching and laughing at 'Whose Line.' My hopefulness got me nowhere. The DVD didn't work at all. The laptop kept on hanging everytime i put in the DVD. Gaahr. And that was when i called it quits. The chips were slowly but steadily consumed as i was waiting for the DVD to load, but we all know what happened, now, do we?

At the back of my mind this afternoon, as i was contemplating the supposedly perfect couch potato moment, something was telling me not to continue my plans because it was a Friday and i still had CWTS the next day, so it wouldn't be the perfect evening since i had obligations left and blah blah blah. But i went on with my plan anyway.

Sigh.

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Going over what i have just written, one might question why i could be saddened by something as shallow as broken DVDs and chips.

Bakit nga ba?