Boredom. INANE boredom.
Indeed.
The novelty of lie-ins and days lying around reading, watching videos and surfing the net is well and truly wearing off. In fact I think it already has worn off.
Today I woke up at 13.00, ate, watched Home & Away, which I haven't watched for donkey's years, dressed, watched a video, read a bit, ate again, watched telly, sat on my bed staring into space for a bit, and now I'm here tapping away in a trance. The thing is with me that if I become bored for too long I then become lazy and my summer holidays will whizz by in a haze of cereal, TV and random, selfish blog postings. the body clock must be sorted.
Leaving the house wasn't an option, as my area has been battered by a storm for the last twenty-four hours which also made any attempt at watching Freeview impossible, as the wind has stolen my music videos and home shopping and replaced it with flickering dots and choppy sound. Not only that but I am without driving license and any sound knowledge of the local public transport system, so even if the weather had been perfect I'm still imprisoned for fear of getting on a bus and ending up god knows where. I miss being so near London, or so near civilization in fact. I used to be near three big towns and only a cheap train ride away from the metropolis, so boredom was never previously an issue. I'm planning a trip to London to take pics of all my fave sights and spots to keep me going in between saving up for the extortionate train fares. Plus I had a fully functioning TV set and a box full of various videos. Now I have only four videos I'm having to stretch out for infinity (you know, having major thoughts about whether it's necessary to watch this video now, or whether there is likely to be an even more mind-numbingly bored moment, etc).
I also have no privacy, something that's a big shock to me after my snug little dorm at uni with a door that locked, and my cosy little room at my old house. Here I am sharing a room with my brother, who seems to find it amusing to whack me with mouse mats and things or just generally get right up in my boat (for y'all the other side of the pond, boat is short for boatrace, Cockney slang for face. I seem to have become influenced by Martina Cole novels). Not only do I have to queue for the internet (argh!), but I also now have to masturbate in a locked bathroom, risky in itself because my brother finds it hilarious to turn off the bathroom light (the switch is outside the door you see). Much has changed since the improptu pleasuring myself if I happened to feel horny and wanking over free soft internet porn, god damn it. I'm having to delete my history each time I log off the net, for fear of having my blog read.
Hopefully I will hear from the numerous job applications, seeing as at the moment taxi-ing the proverbial runway of employment is pissing me off big time. Not only am I bored I'm also flat broke, I can't even get £10 out of a cash machine, this being how empty my account is. The few coins in there are like peas on a drum.
It just seems so stupid and so wasteful. At the weekend we found out the daughter of one of our old neighbours died suddenly on holiday. She was only four years older than me. News like that reminds me of how little time I truly have to waste in bed, or watching videos or doing very little, particularly moaning. This isn't a self-pitying rant, it's more an angry one, that there really is bugger all to do here.
I guess searching for bus timetables, being a little more active, getting out of bed early and seeking stuff to do here really is all there is left to do...
The novelty of lie-ins and days lying around reading, watching videos and surfing the net is well and truly wearing off. In fact I think it already has worn off.
Today I woke up at 13.00, ate, watched Home & Away, which I haven't watched for donkey's years, dressed, watched a video, read a bit, ate again, watched telly, sat on my bed staring into space for a bit, and now I'm here tapping away in a trance. The thing is with me that if I become bored for too long I then become lazy and my summer holidays will whizz by in a haze of cereal, TV and random, selfish blog postings. the body clock must be sorted.
Leaving the house wasn't an option, as my area has been battered by a storm for the last twenty-four hours which also made any attempt at watching Freeview impossible, as the wind has stolen my music videos and home shopping and replaced it with flickering dots and choppy sound. Not only that but I am without driving license and any sound knowledge of the local public transport system, so even if the weather had been perfect I'm still imprisoned for fear of getting on a bus and ending up god knows where. I miss being so near London, or so near civilization in fact. I used to be near three big towns and only a cheap train ride away from the metropolis, so boredom was never previously an issue. I'm planning a trip to London to take pics of all my fave sights and spots to keep me going in between saving up for the extortionate train fares. Plus I had a fully functioning TV set and a box full of various videos. Now I have only four videos I'm having to stretch out for infinity (you know, having major thoughts about whether it's necessary to watch this video now, or whether there is likely to be an even more mind-numbingly bored moment, etc).
I also have no privacy, something that's a big shock to me after my snug little dorm at uni with a door that locked, and my cosy little room at my old house. Here I am sharing a room with my brother, who seems to find it amusing to whack me with mouse mats and things or just generally get right up in my boat (for y'all the other side of the pond, boat is short for boatrace, Cockney slang for face. I seem to have become influenced by Martina Cole novels). Not only do I have to queue for the internet (argh!), but I also now have to masturbate in a locked bathroom, risky in itself because my brother finds it hilarious to turn off the bathroom light (the switch is outside the door you see). Much has changed since the improptu pleasuring myself if I happened to feel horny and wanking over free soft internet porn, god damn it. I'm having to delete my history each time I log off the net, for fear of having my blog read.
Hopefully I will hear from the numerous job applications, seeing as at the moment taxi-ing the proverbial runway of employment is pissing me off big time. Not only am I bored I'm also flat broke, I can't even get £10 out of a cash machine, this being how empty my account is. The few coins in there are like peas on a drum.
It just seems so stupid and so wasteful. At the weekend we found out the daughter of one of our old neighbours died suddenly on holiday. She was only four years older than me. News like that reminds me of how little time I truly have to waste in bed, or watching videos or doing very little, particularly moaning. This isn't a self-pitying rant, it's more an angry one, that there really is bugger all to do here.
I guess searching for bus timetables, being a little more active, getting out of bed early and seeking stuff to do here really is all there is left to do...
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