Ennui, Boredom, Weariness…
By the way, those words are all synonymous. I wanted a fascinating way to title this.
It’s 10:00, in The Haute, I’m freakin bored outta my mind (and i’m sure my aunt would probably tell me to go to bed anyways, otherwise I would’ve told her i’m bored, thus I didn’t). My best friends are all busy. Well, one of them is sick so i’m not talking to him on the phone, but the other one is busy. My guy is MIA or AWOL whichever works better, I don’t know, and right now, i don’t care. i’m just BLAHHHHH. My SISTER (who i usually turn to when i am bored outta my mind or need a good laugh [in which case, tonight i'm both]) has deserted me because she’d rather text. I’ll remember that… so, what am i getting at? OH! That’s right. Bored. Not tired, no, i’m just bored. I have books I could read, or episodes of House to watch ( i mean yeah, not going to be able to watch them in a row like this when i get home), movies to pop in. But nothing APPEALS to me. I’m restless and bored, and i’m sure as hell probably bitchy too. Haven’t noticed that yet though, so i’m sticking with being bored and restless. I’m listening to music, trying to figure out what to do with my time. And then I figured i’d blog it. Because that’s what I do. I blog the totally and utterly random nonsense. Like this.
