Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I'm Avoiding Life

with this post It's only natural. School has me falling asleep, which is preventing me from sleeping at home. Homework is just out of the question and all my friends hate me. That last part is a lie. But Mallory and I did go a week being bitches to each other. Why?

Because we're teenage girls.

BUT WE'RE OK NOW!

If you don't believe me then...BOOM

I know what you're thinking.....no one cares. But this is the friendship of all friendships so get over it.

Now on to more serious matters. I'M BORED. And not the "right this moment" boredom. The "I'm bored all the time" boredom. School just isn't doing it for me. I need to find something to fill my life again. Something that actually gives me a reason to ____. I don't know. I just don't. know.

I'm reading a book. That's about as much as I have right now to filling that imaginary hole in my life. But eventually I'll be done reading the book. And noting that I'm a fast reader doesn't help either.

I guess I could perfect my juggling skillz....

Remember that chaotic room I had? The one with all the shit all over the walls? The one I had before deciding to paint it grey? Yeah, it's recently come to my conclusion that I really miss it. I realized that that room was my giant art project and it not only helped my boredom, but it also kept me from ripping my hair out. In a way it kept me sane. And now, I need to find something else to replace that with. I can't take pictures and I'm a horrible artist. I can feel myself hating writing more and more, which is a shame, but I figured it was bound to happen some time.

People keep telling me to find something that I love and just do it. Don't ask questions, don't resist it, just do it, and I just can't. And I guess it's because being an amazing collage/PowerPoint maker doesn't help my chances of rolling in the doe.

I'm done complaining now. Just one of those nights.

DARE NIGHT #2 IS IN T-MINUS 9 DAYS.

And then I'm seeing these dudes the day after!

3 comments:

  1. I don't love anything. That's my problem. I feel like you just observed my life and wrote about it, minus Mallory and being good at powerpoints...

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  2. I stalk you. You love me right?

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  3. Oh yeah, I meant I don't love anything important... I KID

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