I'm So Bored I am Drawing Faces on My Fruit
It's not the worst day, but it isn't the greatest. I have a sore throat that will not budge, no matter how much vitamin c, water, and airborne I throw at it. I will NOT go DOWN softly into that dark night! I will not!My Netflix is 3 days late, which makes me believe that my neighbors are watching my riveting documentary and the Nicolas Cage film.
It took me nearly an hour to get to work, thanks to TWO very very slow trains. So I was 20 minutes late.
Star magazine reports that Angelina Jolie may be ANOREXIC. I know I am going to be a WET BLANKET here, but I don't think The New York Post or the likes of celebrity magazines are HELPFUL to the world AT ALL. Last week I saw the headline: "Brad's Joy. Jen's Pain." and I finished it off with "And Summer's nausea." When do these people ever GO TO WORK?
Can you tell I am in a bad mood?
I am BORED BEYOND MEASURE. I know how so many spiritual gurus, teachers, parents, and gym coaches say things like, "If you're bored, you aren't trying hard enough." I think that is a very HOSTILE position, and obviously, they are very very angry people (just kiddn' folks). I'm just having one of those ITCHY days, where I could be four years old and flopping myself on the bed in EXASPERATED by the UTTER WEIGHT that is a DULL AFTERNOON.
Part of it is absolutely seasonal. It's February. I'm tired of the cold and feeling so couped up. Part of it is just my bad self, needing to get over itself. Here are a number of things I've tried today:
Draw a face on my orange (see above).
Contacted a friend about playing a show.
Contacted friends inviting them to join me on a dream dinner, I want to plan at the infamous restuarant Chez Panisse in August.
Lurked on flickr and all the blogs I daily visit--even dipping into the ARCHIVES of one of them (I am HARD UP, people).
Take a picture of orange with face on it (see above).
Picked cat hairs off my sweater.
Actually did work.
Created a new "station" on Pandora.
Ate lunch.
I think you get the picture. When I am in this mood, I am just shy of Googling ex-boyfriends, or eating a bunch of crap, which is really the same thing, just different mediums. Best not to act on either. That's not the kind of shit I really want to STIR.
I guess I'll just write a blog entry--oh! I just did.
DANG.
posted by Summer Pierre at
8:55 PM
3 Comments:
Love this post, especially your observation about the parallels between Goggling exes and eating a bunch of crap. You're adorable! I also loved yesterday's (?) bathroom stall sign. Thanks for sharing.
Anne
I hope it did not feel like a fruitless endeavour! Let's see, I have recently created a Blog profile, so you if you're that bored, so can look at that! (But for that, I suppose you'd need to have hit rock bottom, given that you don't even know me!)
I think you need to join me in a socialist crusade of some type, then you might feel less bored. I haven't quite got the plan worked out, though. I just hope that what Nancy Pelosi and Jack Murtha do for the country is sufficient. What is very weird is that, if you put their two last names together, e.g. Murtha-Pelosi, the combination sounds a LOT LIKE MY REAL NAME. O.k., maybe as strange a coincidence as the cat that looks like Will Ferrell??...
I have a boring data-entry job tomorrow, but at least I'll be going to work...
I feel the same way when I see all those stupid magazines at the check-out stand. I also often wonder if they (certain celebs like Brad, Angelina & Jen) even care anymore. Their lives can't possible be as dramatic ALL THE TIME as the magazines make them out to be. It makes me itchy.
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