Achingly bored. Mind-numbingly bored. Tragically bored. Bored, bored, bored.
So here I am, trying to relieve the boredom. It ain't easy. At least I have smokes, now. I spent a couple hours in yahoo chat because I felt too slow for games. I'll be damned if anyone interesting showed up, which is usually the case in chatrooms, anyway. None of my friends are online, which makes sense. It's 7:20 am. Who the hell would be crazy enough to be online now? Ben was on for a little while, then he disappeared. I guess he must have crashed and then decided to just go to bed or something. Dan was supposed to bring him over here last night and then conveniently, didn't. Bastard. I've been alone all weekend, and I'm going insane. I have no money, no "music", and I miss Ben. I managed to get cigarettes though, so things are better than they were 3 hours ago. I should probably try and get some more sleep, since I'm supposed to be moving today. But my brain is going a zillion miles an hour. I got some sleep earlier. About 6 hours or so, I guess. I hate this apartment. I can't wait to leave it. What a way to spend my last days here: literally, trapped. I can't go anywhere or do anything. There's no one to keep me company. There's nothing to do except be online or try and suffer through some crap on TV. I could pack, but all I have to do, really, is throw all my clothes in garbage bags and throw my random shit that's lying around the kitchen and living room in a box. I should take down my posters too, I guess, but that'll take 2 seconds, anyway.
I hate being this bored. It makes me crazy. And I'm not feeling creative (i'm sick of clay and Photoshop isn't installed on this heap anyway.) Bleh! I'm not mad, though. I'm in amazingly high spirits considering my situation. I just want to do something. And I want some company. I wish there was a way for Ben to get here, but it's pointless now because Rob will be home with the car sometime in the next 8 hours, I guess. Hopefully earlier. I would call Sean and find out what time he wants to start moving, because he said he has his dad's pickup this week. But I know they like to sleep late, so I'd better not. If noon comes along and Rob still isn't home, then I'll call. But then there's the problem of Ben possibly sleeping, and Dan not answering the phone, which means I will have to go with Sean, and I really shouldn't because I need to wait for Rob.... Oh, fuck it. I'm just going to stay here and try not to rot in the meantime. I can't think right now. Why am I writing a journal entry? Bleh! I guess it is eating some time for me, though. I wish I had something cool to watch. All my tapes are packed up, but i don't want to watch anything I have, anyway. It's memorial day. Superstation or USa should be doing geeky movie marathons. Maybe I'll go check that out. Wish me luck on the move. I'm happy and excited about it, but I want to get it overwith so I can get out of this steenking hellhole. :P