Home Alone
Jul. 19th, 2003 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirl*B I G sigh*
I am SOOOOOOOOOO bored. <- That's my inner twelve year old talking. Mom and Laura haven't been gone one day and i'm already on the verge of brain deadness. (See what I mean? that last sentence was a travesty of the written language...So is this one.)
On the up side though there's no one around to nag me about filling up the ice trays or picking my clothes up off the floor. The living room is looking more and more like my old dorm room with each passing minute. I've got my pillows and my comforter on the couch, I've enabled the throw pillows to live up to their name by tossing them helter skelter all over the place, my bra is laying in the middle of the carpet, and the sofa is surrounded by books and empty glasses making it apparent that I haven't left this spoy in several hours.
Mike called. Said he prolly wouldn't be able to hang out this weekend. BLAH! I'd call Elisabeth but..I dunno, i just haven't felt like hanging out with her since I came home. I don't have the energy to deal with her.
So? What to do? I'm open to suggestions.
I could always just start feeling sorry for myself again. But I try to save that for the wee wee hours of the morning. It's tradition, it's routine and we all know how much I hate to upset my routine.
I am SOOOOOOOOOO bored. <- That's my inner twelve year old talking. Mom and Laura haven't been gone one day and i'm already on the verge of brain deadness. (See what I mean? that last sentence was a travesty of the written language...So is this one.)
On the up side though there's no one around to nag me about filling up the ice trays or picking my clothes up off the floor. The living room is looking more and more like my old dorm room with each passing minute. I've got my pillows and my comforter on the couch, I've enabled the throw pillows to live up to their name by tossing them helter skelter all over the place, my bra is laying in the middle of the carpet, and the sofa is surrounded by books and empty glasses making it apparent that I haven't left this spoy in several hours.
Mike called. Said he prolly wouldn't be able to hang out this weekend. BLAH! I'd call Elisabeth but..I dunno, i just haven't felt like hanging out with her since I came home. I don't have the energy to deal with her.
So? What to do? I'm open to suggestions.
I could always just start feeling sorry for myself again. But I try to save that for the wee wee hours of the morning. It's tradition, it's routine and we all know how much I hate to upset my routine.
