Sunday, September 19, 2004

I am so insanely bored that it's just beyond belief. Honestly. I've been sitting at this computer since 11 am, and, if there were any alternatives, I would glady partake in them. Seriously. Nothing interesting is on TV, my brother has control of the video games, and I'm too lazy to do much of anything. I have so many options, on the computer, but I want to get up and go off and do something. It's painful to sit in front of the computer when the sun is shining and this house is filled with things to do. As far as computer-related activities go, I could write up a death/suicide post for Ephyra, make pictures for new characters, write up posts promised at 6E, among an absolute plethora of things to do. But I don't want to, and it sucks.

Actually, I was supposed to go to the movies today. With Tarah and Justin and whoever else she invited. But no, everyone else canceled or whatever, and I would have just ended up finding myself in the company of a bunch of people that I don't know well, and, thus, am uncomfortable with. My comfort zone, actually, is very limited. Just a few special individuals that I can be my weird, insane self around.

Nothing of note happened in the past week. My mom lectured me on the virtues of Miss Bauer's hand-shaking obsession and we got assigned a very stupid project in science, that, now that I think of it, is semi-due tomorrow. Michael still hasn't appeared, so either he's still on vacation or isn't coming back at all. That would be quite a shame, but somewhat of a relief. I hate being plagued with stupid thoughts of stupid things that I can't stand and are thoroughly not characteristic of me. Not that they would stop, at all, though they have subsided a bit over the summer.

Justin, who I haven't seen either, offered an explanation a few days ago. He didn't get to go to Rancho. He's going to the Prep. Haha, I feel so sorry for him. That school is scary, and if he hated Edgewood, he'd probably hate it more there. Not that Rancho would be any better, but the Prep is.. strongly disliked by Edgewood-ers. Not that that would matter, at all.

Hm. I'm hungry.

Ashlyn @ 3:14 PM