If I had to describe my life right now, I think that there is but one word that can best sum it up:
Stale.
While this may envoke mental images of bread, it fits, does it not? I'm so thoroughly bored with everything these days, that it take something close to an alien encounter to wake me from this stupor. Why must my Glorious Internet fail me so? What happened to it, that I'm no longer completely entertained by the pale glow of the screen, lulled into content by the soft hum of computer, and the light tapping of the keys as I made my way though the cyber realm?
............Damn it.
Much like everything else in life, it's all a downward spiral.
Of course, don't take this to mean that I have any intention of moving elsewhere, into the offline world. Hell below, that's a bit of a steeper downward spiral, to say the least.
Enough about boredom though.
Before I fade back into the digital darkness, here are a few random words to look upon:
*Cheese
*Tape Gun
*Pig
*Pin
*Candle
*Sharpie
*Hacksaw
.........Don't ask.
Such is the Downward Sprial....
Saturday, February 10, 2007
November!??!??
Hell below, I turn my head for mere moments, and suddenly I find myself three months overdue in blog posts. It's positively wrong. WRONG.
And yes, Peaches, I got your little reminder quite loud and clear. *smirk*
Is there anything worth noting? Not really, but for the sake of post length, and personal amusement (as I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night in the supposed "prime of my life").
I'm still lumbering about over at my Blue Clad Slavery, though I've very near future plans to get a second job, possibly with a temp agency. I long to leave the country for a few months, and I daresay that no regular job is going to be satisfied with "Hey, I know you just hired me, but do you mind if I take a few months off?"
These days I seem to be suffering from a boredom so deep, that even my precious and most glorious Internet hasn't been able to save me. And so I spend my days lurking about my room, watching the clock tick, and the glare of wasted potential reflect back at me from these dark walls. Kinda wish someone would've kicked me a little harder in my just-as-cynical High School years. Being cynical is all fine and dandy, but lemmie tell you, those were the formative years....despite my skepticism at the time.
Now I get to wallow, and try to ignore the Superego telling me that at twenty, my life isn't over, and there's still time to get the ol' act together.
............I guess much hasn't changed.
Hehehhh.
Hell below, I turn my head for mere moments, and suddenly I find myself three months overdue in blog posts. It's positively wrong. WRONG.
And yes, Peaches, I got your little reminder quite loud and clear. *smirk*
Is there anything worth noting? Not really, but for the sake of post length, and personal amusement (as I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night in the supposed "prime of my life").
I'm still lumbering about over at my Blue Clad Slavery, though I've very near future plans to get a second job, possibly with a temp agency. I long to leave the country for a few months, and I daresay that no regular job is going to be satisfied with "Hey, I know you just hired me, but do you mind if I take a few months off?"
These days I seem to be suffering from a boredom so deep, that even my precious and most glorious Internet hasn't been able to save me. And so I spend my days lurking about my room, watching the clock tick, and the glare of wasted potential reflect back at me from these dark walls. Kinda wish someone would've kicked me a little harder in my just-as-cynical High School years. Being cynical is all fine and dandy, but lemmie tell you, those were the formative years....despite my skepticism at the time.
Now I get to wallow, and try to ignore the Superego telling me that at twenty, my life isn't over, and there's still time to get the ol' act together.
............I guess much hasn't changed.
Hehehhh.
Life Is Meant To Be Wasted
Friday, February 09, 2007
Because I know the world is just profoundly interested in updates from the darkside of life...
I'm on a wee bit of an information overload at the moment. In the course of having three full days off, I've not only managed to watch two entire seasons of Angel, read a book, watch a movie, and devote a few decent hours to lurking about the house with my iDoom in tow.
Someone less antisocial than I might say I need to get a life.
..........Probably a valid point, but truly, I already HAVE a life. It just happens to be profoundly boring. Meh. If my life was meant to be interesting, I'd have been someone else.
I'm on a wee bit of an information overload at the moment. In the course of having three full days off, I've not only managed to watch two entire seasons of Angel, read a book, watch a movie, and devote a few decent hours to lurking about the house with my iDoom in tow.
Someone less antisocial than I might say I need to get a life.
..........Probably a valid point, but truly, I already HAVE a life. It just happens to be profoundly boring. Meh. If my life was meant to be interesting, I'd have been someone else.
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