I'm bored
I need a life. Badly. I'm unbelievably pathetic. I work for 4.5 hours, I ride the bus home, freeze my ass off, and do absolutely nothing. I am beyond hopeless. When I graduated, I was actually happy because I thought that I'd have a lot of time to do the stuff I actually wanted to do. Write some fiction, build some websites, draw some horribly mutilated stick figure comics, play some video games. I haven't done anything of the sort since I graduated. I finally bought TWEWY and I seriously played it for about 4 hours. I haven't played any video games since graduation. I haven't written anything fun or of use at all. I procrastinate on projects I've told myself I'd complete. And I have no excuse. I'm not pretending to read novels or plays for class anymore-let's be honest here, I rarely read beyond the bare minimum-I'm not writing 13 page papers, I don't have anything to stop me. But I just don't do anything. I'm just really, really bored. I'm a volunteer tutor at the library once a week and I have a job at the Symphony, but that's it.
My sole concept of doing anything is sitting in my room at home and working on something. And of course, working all the Symphony concerts and events. Other than that, I have no direct interaction with other people. (Actually, the only person I really talk to is Codey, my online friends since 9th grade and I swear that guy has more estrogen in him than 10 clones of Nicole squealing over yaoi fanfiction.) I have no life, I belong to no groups or clubs, and the only thing I'm looking forward to is December. Why December? Not being of Christmas-ugh, the family horror-but because Laine's birthday is in December. Laine, there WILL be a weekend with cake and cupcakes! Well, hopefully. My sanity depends on it.
After that-I've got nothing. I need either a real life friend or a cause. Not like a WWU cause-which would entail protest signs of magnanimous proportions containing the words, "you're going to hell, sinners!"-but something to put effort into. Whatever that might be. Whatever the case, I need to get unlazy. I spend far too much time with Ripley, catnip, and fake mice.
My sole concept of doing anything is sitting in my room at home and working on something. And of course, working all the Symphony concerts and events. Other than that, I have no direct interaction with other people. (Actually, the only person I really talk to is Codey, my online friends since 9th grade and I swear that guy has more estrogen in him than 10 clones of Nicole squealing over yaoi fanfiction.) I have no life, I belong to no groups or clubs, and the only thing I'm looking forward to is December. Why December? Not being of Christmas-ugh, the family horror-but because Laine's birthday is in December. Laine, there WILL be a weekend with cake and cupcakes! Well, hopefully. My sanity depends on it.
After that-I've got nothing. I need either a real life friend or a cause. Not like a WWU cause-which would entail protest signs of magnanimous proportions containing the words, "you're going to hell, sinners!"-but something to put effort into. Whatever that might be. Whatever the case, I need to get unlazy. I spend far too much time with Ripley, catnip, and fake mice.