B o r e d
It really sucks being bored all day. I read the last 120 pages of Slaughter House Five, did some laundry, listened to the Smashing Pumpkins CD I found in a box, slept a lot, and laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling for an hour. Other than that, I think I just slipped into an incoherent stupor and wandered around aimlessly in my house. I think the highlight of my day was talking to Cassandra on the phone. I seriously didn't do anything all day that was of any importance. I hate days like this, days where I just want time to pass faster so the next day can come and maybe I can actually do something relevant to my life. Like talk to someone, hang out with someone, any type of interaction would help. I have no problem sitting around doing nothing if i'm talking to someone, but when I just meander from room to room with no purpose, doing nothing, saying nothing, thinking nothing...it gets to me. I start thinking of the things that add stress to my life, like my mom and my sister, my grades, my future. I know that all of these things are fine, but I start formulating ways that things can go wrong, I slip into the "what if" mindframe and find myself worrying over nothing. I should read more, it would be a good way to occupy myself. I found that when I was reading, I didn't notice time passing and I was just content. Writing in the journal sort of gives me the same feeling, but you can only write about nothing for so long. And I think that "so long" time just ended here.