i'm wallowing in my boredom. i think of all the things to feel on a sunday mornng, boredom sucks seriously. its worse than being too damn busy. being too damn free sucks like hell too, especially when you know that you're not supposed to be free, you have a ton of work to do but you just can't get your lazy ass off to do it. that'll be me, ladies and gentleman. please give some applause.
but aside from that gnawing feeling, i realised i was screwed when after surfing mindlessly through the net i actually considered playing neopets and i tried to sign in and i realised i forgot my password. when one reaches the stage in which one has resorted to franternising with mindless, childhood games- that is the ulimate sign or boredom. bring out the chemistry textbook someone!
the house has descended into a blissful sort of silence that comes about only on sunday mornings. my parents are marketing. my brother somewhere. my sister sleeping. only me. bored. and aunty(the maid) washing the toilet. so aside from the steady tap on the keyboard;yes i type well, thank you very much, and the sound of water gushing into the toiletbowl there's nothing much else.
i'll be going out with alicia later to shop along orchard before going somewhere nice but expensive for lunch, paid from our own budgets (sister bonding) and then off to phantom. i honestly can't wait. and i thank God everyday, and this is not sarcastic, that my parents are who they am, that i can be born in the lap of luxury- or at least close to the ultimate anyway, and that my parents can afford to buy me ridiculously expensive musical tickets at $180 per seat. so i really have to thank God because i am so darn fortunate and i know that i should be doing something about it. like volunteering my services to greenpeace or whatever organisation and give back to society. and i hope i get around to doing all those wonderful idealistic and noble dreams but i guess its sad because right now i feel as inspired as a lump of rock and i'm just sitting before the computer typing a load of rubbish onto a blog im not sure anyone actually reads. so much for giving back.
not that im not ungrateful, of course.
i do love my parents to bits.
on a more positive and less somber/depressive/ note, (i shall stop ranting) i'm going to watch King Lear. Yes all you jealous Shakespeare/Ian Mckellen (?) fans! die in your jealousy! we booked tickets yesterday online, and i'm going to watch dear old ian bear his rump. and suffer the onslaught of verses with iambic paremters. i swear, language arts is getting to me. and i promise to read King Lear before i watch the play; more from fear that i don't understand a thing on the actual day.
i'm feeling pretty damnweird today.
