To boredom

It has only been a few days since the Paramore concert, and my crucial job interview number two. But tell me, why does it feel like it's been weeks? Or months even, when I feel like exaggerating to the brim. Seriously though, I feel like I'm rotting at home (or at that cafe which I frequent so much these days).

There are positive aspects like more time to take photos, read books, listen to music, waste away on the internet, play The Sims 3, and watch annoying noon-time TV shows. But the negative aspects are overwhelming. I, for one, am not the idle type. I thrive with knowing that my agenda is full for the next few days or weeks (or, yes, months even). I like being on the go, constantly doing things, and just being active (except for exercising. I hate exercising). I love sleep, but it's not a necessity. And right now, that's all I've been doing, really. Without exaggeration, an unemployed recent graduate's daily activities:

  • Wake up.
  • Have breakfast.
  • Go back to sleep, or if the unemployed recent graduate's dog's being extra noisy, check e-mail instead.
  • The unemployed recent graduate wakes up to check hygiene. If the smell is still good/acceptable, go back to sleep, or watch a movie, read a book, or eat something.
  • Have late lunch.
  • If today's an exceptionally boring day (meaning: nothing planned at all - which is true, like, almost every single day), go back to sleep again. It's never too late to grow, even just a tiny bit.
  • Go online 'til dinner time. Visit tumblr, check e-mail, write a witty tidbit about yourself on twitter that no one cares about, then tumblr.
  • Have dinner.
  • Go online 'til around 3 or 4 in the morning.
  • Sleep.

What fun.

But starting next week, I have a plan. And I will reveal that plan when it is clear cut and comprehensible enough to make sense to anyone other than myself.

To boredom, I say: I'm going to kill you. Soon.