Yeah, I'm that bored. Among many other things, the past couple of months have given me a residual hyper-awareness of my minute-by-minute emotional states. I'm not sure that such a thing is useful. I mean it's one thing to say "I'm a bit blue today," but saying "I've been feeling rather lackadaisical since about 6:30" is an entire order of magnitude too detailed.

I have a gigantic freakin' mess on my bed and around my bedroom, because I've finally brought all of the crap that's been scattered around 3QF for the past few days up into my room. I should really go do something about that.

In the meantime, internet, show me something.

Okay I'm back. For some reason, last week I bought an issue of Bear. Now it's staring at me. I still haven't read it. I suppose doing so might alleviate my boredom, but it feels like a bit too much work right now. So instead, I'm staring back. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. What's with the creepy red X? Oh. Because it's #10. What an adorable little bear.

The internet has shown me nothing. I have about fifteen stranger blogs that I visit regularly and right now they all suck. I depend on them to provide me with links that will make me look cool, and well... suck. Hang on, I'll check the blogs of my enemies....

...right where I left 'em. Good. I'm counting on those blogs to let me know when I'm about to be assassinated.

House is in eight minutes. I'm listening to the Narnia score for the fourth time today, and am nothing short of embarassed by how much I love the drippy Alanis song. I've only bought 2 Christmas presents, and they're both for people who I technically should not be buying presents for. Tighty whiteys, lame in almost every respect, somehow reach a new level of lame when they're lying discarded on a bedroom floor. Brandy lent me a copy of Jay and Silent Bob Do Degrassi and I have no interest in watching it. There's a shattered CD on my desk whose ultra-sharp edges are just ridiculously irresistable for some reason; I seriously doubt I'll stop fooling around with it until I actually have sliced my finger wide open. Stupid. Boredom = stupid.

Okay I'm going to go.