you can't always get what you want

mood: antsy
music: nothing, actually
CPCetc: gah... something needs to happen...

I've felt the overwhelming urge to do something for about seventy-five percent of the day. And the worst part is I have nothing to do. Or, rather, nothing that seems important enough to do. Everything time I try to do something, I can't or do and then it doesn't last long enough. And then I'm bored again. It's infuriating!

Hopefully, I will be better entertained tomorrow. I actually have a schedule for part of the day! Very frightening. I'm just hoping I wake up when my alarm goes off or it's all going to fail. Theoretically, I need to be across town by nine o'clock. Except, I need to be up before then because I have to get directions from my mum and/or da. It's the afternoon I'm worried about, really. I'm hoping I'll be distracted enough by life in general not to get all emo again and bored. I hate being bored. It's one of the most terrible feelings in the world.

What's worse is I have nothing interesting to say to relieve the boredom of this post! Nothing! I could discuss various things that have happened over the past few weeks--the show, Rocky Horror, family nonsense, usw--but they're so much better when being told in person. And I could come up with something random and philosophical, but that never comes out like it should. And by 'never' I mean 'very rarely'.

I wonder if I'll have time to pick up lollies tomorrow. Shite. Probably not. All-ready behind and it's still Sunday. OY!

Why is it that even during summer the whole computer-time-ends-at-ten law is still in effect? I mean, honestly, even when I do need to get up at an earlier time I'm still not asleep by midnight! Just can't sleep. Can't eat can't sleep can't think gotta DO SOMETHING. I'll probably stay up half the night writing, knowing me. Not anything really important, not to other people. Just thoughts. Just things. Trying to fill up a book before summer is out. It's not as hard as you would think, actually. It's very easy to write about nothing. Kind of cleansing, too, I think.

All-right. I'm signing off, I think. Time to find a different venue. Tomorrow, my back will be broken and my muscles sore. What a comforting prospect.