Bored...
Irony...
Spending all evening glaring at the TV because I'm bored to death, only to get up, look at the calender on the wall, and realise I have two assignments due the day after tomorrow, worth enough percentage each that I'll fail if I don't at least get a pass on them...and I haven't even looked at the things yet.
Sigh.
Yes, I'm an idiot. If I actually bothered to pay attention to the things....
But the fact that I have assignments due doesn't negate the fact that I'm bored.
Just for the hell of it, a poem, off the top of my head.
Burnt, not burning, turned, not turning, all the real things have stopped.
Brown and dead, crumbles like bread, on the wrong side of the hedge that I hopped.
The grass was meant to be green, all bright and clean, but clearly it is not.
Dead bushes and trees, and creatures with flees, all on this side - full of rot.
Why'd I come here, what did I fear, that drove me over this hedge?
My life is behind me, ahead I just can't see, I'm falling from the ledge.
The world is on fire, the situation, dire, if I turn back I'm going to die.
Must restart the world's turning, stop all the burning... and hopefully learn to fly.
Because I want to get back to my own side of the hedge...but right now it's a little to high.
Well hey, there's an interesting idea. See someone else's life, think it's so glamorous, think everything is greener on their side of the fence, jump in and find out that the green is just illusion, and the fence is too high to jump back. Might make an interesting story...I'll have to think about that...
Oh well, CHEM204 assignment 1, I am on my way....BCHM210, you can wait until tomorrow, I'll get to you then...