boredenarium!

bored! boring! bordo! bordolicious! bordorodo!

"bordorodo," the new creature from hello kitty. it's a lump of clay that doesn't change color and is flat on one side so it doesn't even roll around like a ball. yes!

i hate even admitting that i'm bored, because i feel like being bored signifies a lack of imagination or creativity. but, here we are anyway. i am bored, people. bored bored bored. i have to work tomorrow morning early! but is it twelve-thirty in the morning? YES! have i done nothing for the past hour but thought about eating skittles i don't even LIKE and various, completely meaningless subjects? YOU BET!

this usually rarely happens to me, but when it does it's a killer. it never happens on vacation, funny. even when there's no internet. it doesn't happen when i'm away visiting, though i suppose that's common sense, and it doesn't happen during the school year either (though i suppose that's because my time is nonexistent). it's funny how having responsibilities and demands on your time make you value it so much more, or think of things to fill your hours with, or wish you could anyway, besides the thing you are actually supposed to be doing. if only i had all those ideas right now, we'd be alright.

though i guess i do, it's just unrest. a chemical imbalance, if you will. a disturbance in the force. the latent effects of anticipatory anxiety and impending emotional stress. indigestion, and.....oh yes, acute lack of DVDs and/or desire to do anything. also, it's late. and? i've had a lot of sugar. preliminary diagnosis? work addiction, lack of need for time management.

at least i'm in the right field.