May 01, 2004 :: 8:48 p.m.
I am bored with a capital ORED.
I'm bored.
No, really. I'm bored. Not just bored - BORED. As in, I am sitting alone in my empty house at a complete loss for things to do. Adam is writing a paper. Joe and Joe have company, and while I was invited over, I don't really want to intrude. And I don't know the people they have over. It would be weird. My room, which is usually liberally sprinkled with animals, contains only one fickle dog and a mutant, man-sized fly. Which I think I actually just killed with a rolled-up copy of Bust magazine, so thanks be to [Insert God Figure Here]. I fucking hate flies. Insects in general, actually. But it's not just a hate, or a fear. I would not hesitate to call it a full-blown diagnosable phobia. I run away from butterflies. There is something wrong with me.
So I'm here, alone, friendless save for a dog who doesn't like me much anyway because I'm not my mother and a hopefully dead fly. I was going to make cookies, but after finding that I am missing ingredients for not one but two recipes, I called it quits. I don't have enough money for gas AND groceries, and the gas is really more important when it comes down to it. I don't have any new books to read, or even any old ones that pique my interest at the moment. I don't feel like watching any of the movies/tv shows that I have on DVD/VCD/VHS. TV sucks tonight. I have to do a still-life for Drawing, but somehow, as painful as this boredom is... it's still more pleasant than homework.
Ugh. What the hell? I used to be so good at amusing myself. Well, I was at least passable at it. Now I suck. School has sucked the fun out of drawing AND writing, so there go my hobbies. Crafty stuff seems to take entirely too much effort anymore. I have no money, no way to get money, and no desire to go out by myself even if I did have money. I am utterly at a loss.
And I just talked to Joe again. I won't be going over there. Figures.
In less depressing, whiny news - my body jewelry came today. Woo! I ordered a replacement ball for my 16 gauge horseshoe, two 14 gauge horseshoes, and a tongue barbell with (wait for it, wait for it... ) Grumpy Bear on it. It's very cute, and I'm quite pleased to have matching earrings again. I'm glad I decided to stretch the one ear back to 16 gauge first before putting in the 14s, because man, that shit stung. I forgot how much it stung the first time around. I don't think going from 16 to 14 will be much problem, but if I'd just shoved the 14 gauge ring into what was, until this afternoon, a 20 gauge hole, well... I'm fairly sure there would have been more than stinging going on. Like blood. And puss. Ew. Regardless, I'm happy with my purchases. I can't wait to put the 14s in. It'll be a few weeks, but that's fine. At least my earrings match for now.
Anyway, I'm giving in. I can't just sit here anymore. I'm going to try to set up some kind of interesting still-life and get this godforsaken thing done so that I don't have to worry about it tomorrow. Wish me patience. And talent. I can always use a nice shot of talent.
edited 10:17 p.m. Okay, this is crap. I got my still life all set up, and then realized that all my art stuff is in my car. I do not feel like going down to my car. My car is outside in the dark, where the bats live. GAH. I'm debating whether or not to go get the damn stuff or just say fuck it and wait until tomorrow. I shouldn't do that. But I probably will. I'm suck a slacker.
Also, will someone PLEASE take these fucking Hershey Kisses away from me? Jesus. The next time I think it'll be a grand idea to have an entire BAG of chocolate at my disposal, I need to remember to reach up and slap myself. GOD.
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