At last

[blackandwhite02]

The following is a post that was handwritten last Thursday night (1 week ago) with the intention of having copied it down onto here.  It's taken me a while, as you can see.

I missed you.  I missed you all.

(quick overview for those who are uninformed: I just spent three nights visiting a girl that I've known my whole life but with whom I've never

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[violetsocks]

I still say you should have rescued the Inuyasha poster from the slow death it was suffering in a room where no one was enjoying it.

Anyway, that trip sounded like hell. It's experiences like this that make me carry my iPod, a book, and a notebook by default at all times, especially on trips/vacations.

I refuse to succumb to boredom. Even if I was deprived of my all of these defenses, I'd compose stories in my head. I also rely on this if I can't fall sleep. By forcibly focusing all of my attention to what's inside my head, I'll blot out all external stimuli and everything else becomes white noise. If you use it before you go to sleep, you'll find out that you'll suddenly drop off without knowing it, and I use it especially if I'm nervous about something. I admit it requires a certain degree of concentration if there are many distracting things about, but I swear it works. It's like meditation, I guess, but more fun. I use my notebook for jotting down notes and writing them out. The actual writing out part is more difficult then coming up with the story.

[blackandwhite02]

Shoulda, woulda, coulda as far as the poster goes. Unfortunately there would have been little doubt as to who had taken it, which would make it unbearable the next time I saw C, and my mother would flip and make me return it if I put it on my walls.

Typically, boredom is almost enjoyable for me since I have an excellent (and overactive) imagination and even when I don't feel like having new thoughts, I think of my various fandoms (I once thought of nothing other than Fresley for several hours), but we reached a point that transcended boredom. My mind could not focus on anything fun, and I was exhausted, and the best way to vent would have most likely included the recitation of many very bad words, which would have probably earned me a public execution at such a religious college.