On being bored

Let me speak to you about trivialities. It is 10:30 and I'm a little hungry already, because I only had a pop-tart for breakfast. I have strawberries and a bagel for lunch, but I don't want to eat either now, because then I'll be hungry again in a few hours. I've finished all my homework except for math for today and tomorrow, and I will have very little to do tonight.

That was sufficiently boring, no?

I'm not even really sure why I took the trouble of typing all that out, except that I literally have one great big blank in my mind right now. I'm on...fiction-writing mode, or something, because I'm having no problems coming up with stories and whatnot, but I can't think about anything more tangible than that.

Also, screw it. I'm hungry, and I can always buy something from the cafeteria later. BAGEL TIME.

The taste of a bagel with cream cheese and salami is actually one of the few tastes that I can clearly REMEMBER after I've eaten it. Not sure why, but if I think about it, I can always "taste" it mentally. It's pretty much the only food where this happens, and it's not even one of my favorites. Who knew? (Answer: nobody, because this too is extremely lame and not something people think about unless they're bored out of their minds).

Which might be my problem. I have nothing to do! I do most of my homework (except for math, which I'm strangely reluctant about) fairly quickly, and then I'm left twiddling my thumbs for hours. The cold weather makes me want to be somewhere warm, and therefore I avoid the majority of the house. The bathroom, my room, and the study are just about the only three places I ever spend any significant amount of time in, and the first one is only on that list because hot showers are the BEST. And because I'm a bit of a wasteful water buffalo, I sometimes take really long showers because I don't want to get out and be cold again. Quite the big problem, I know.

Anyways, the result of being bored is that I in turn become boring. I do things like play clock solitaire in my free time.

....And that's about it.

Spring cleaning of the brain

It's the return of emotional brain-lint! Or something like it!

I suppose I should apologize again--I'm not entirely sure why I'm in such a foul mood, but the fact remains that I am. I'm having weird mood swings (from sad to angry to relatively not-sad and back to sad again) and no strange food cravings and it just hit me that I might be suffering from chocolate-withdrawal. Whatever it is, it would be awesome if it stopped.

Perhaps it's simply that I've forced happiness from my brain for the past few weeks and now it's throwing in the towel--the Anat.-Phys. people would be able to tell me what exactly in my brain has crashed, but frankly it doesn't matter. The point stands: I am miserable and prone to fits of tantrum-esque behavior.

And goddamn it, it's about time I nut up (figuratively, of course) and just fucking do something about it. I have a PLAN.

Step 1: Chocolate. Who gives a damn that it's pretty close to dinner time? Mint chocolate is heaven on earth.

Step 2: Stupid, ridiculous, wonderful music videos. Thank you, Japan + Youtube. Your babies make me happy, even if they're color-blind and uncoordinated as hell.

Step 3: My favorite books and comics and stories and movies. Especially the ones involving sci-fi nerdery. Hello, sandworms!

Step 4: Sleep.

And there it is. I'll have to report back and see if it actually works, but it seems pretty damn solid to me.

Also, I need to spend more time with the Triduum, watching movies like New Moon or Tank Girl or, God forbid we ever see something this bad again: From Chandni Chowk to China.

I apologize in advance...

...for the following mope.

I mean, it's spring. Kind of.

I am filled with a strange kind of reluctance to stay attached to people, because goddamn if I can get depressed over a fish dying, then going off to college is going to make me want to jump off a bridge.

I say this, but you shouldn't worry, because I always think I'll be more depressed/lonely/homesick than I really ever am. If there's one thing I've found, it's that I have absolutely no troubles moving on. I live in the moment when it comes to things like this: I will be terribly sad at graduation, and again when I'm actually, physically, leaving. And then in a few days or less, I will be excited and happy and I won't really miss anyone.

Sad, but true. Perhaps that's why I try to form deep attachments to things; I know that as soon as they're gone, they will be forgotten. Treasure what I have while it lasts, and all that.

On a happier note, I am planning on reading so much this semester, it's going to be awesome. I'm a wordnerd of the highest degree, and I have the time to really indulge this semester. Once upon a time I pretty much lived in my school library, and I plan on returning to my roots. I'm not a huge fan of the high school's library, unfortunately, but really any comfortable patch of carpet will do.

Also, another happy note: I have good friends. I have a good friend who wants to take me shopping and do my makeup and find me a gorgeous prom dress. And all I can say is "THANK GOD" because I trust her taste about a thousand times more than I trust my own.

And I like going shopping with her, because she doesn't put up with my shopping-induced whining. When we went to buy graduation dresses in 8th grade, I was pretty much done trying stuff on after....half an hour, max, and so I turned into a bratty, glaring little kid.

Me: Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm not trying anything else on! I'm done.

Her: Shut up and wear the dress.

Me:...Fine.

And that was that. I totally don't have the guts to stand up to her about shopping, which is a good thing, because I loved the dress we finally found. And she is volunteering herself right now to take me shopping for prom, which means inevitably she won't let me put things off until the last minute. And equally inevitable is that I will love the dress she finds, and that it's going to make me look better than anything else I've worn all year (not saying much, as my wardrobe this year consists of my sweatshirt and jeans and snow boots).

Speaking of wardrobes, though, I am kind of amused by how little I've changed. I mean, in theory I've tried to find clothes that look better, but in practice? Everything is still saggy or bulgy or just plain unfortunate. And still comfortable, and also just about the only thing I feel confident leaving the house in. Maybe it's that sort of logic where if I don't try to pull off something that might look good, I don't run the risk of looking like a kid playing dress-up. If I dress like...well, not like a slob, per se, but like I don't have the energy to put on anything more complex than a shirt and jeans, at least I'm maintaining the status quo.

I have a really hard time feeling confident in some of the nicer articles of clothing I've bought over the years. I buy them, and I've literally never worn them. Nor do I think that will change. For example, I got a really nice pair of boots for my birthday. Have I worn them yet? No. Will I wear them? No.

It makes me kind of sad, but I figure that any self-confidence I may possess ends here.

And no, getting compliments will not change that. Really. I mean, either you have it or you don't, and the compliments of the well-intentioned do nothing except make me more depressed because it DOESN'T MATTER. I will never wear those boots unless a) someone sits me down and literally makes me wear them out of the house or b) I magically develop the guts to do so.

Emphasis on magically.

On emotions, mostly

The fact that we are ONE WEEK AWAY from senior spring makes me want to throw my hands up and say, "Oh, lordy."

Because as much as I'm looking forward to the destination, I'm really not looking forward to the journey. And so I am faced with an emotional conundrum: to be excited for the new semester of no stress, or to be terrified and furious over the sheer amount of work I'm going to have to do in a three-day period.

And so I pick my usual option. Procrastinate!

I shall write not about how emotionally I am torn asunder, but instead about how I really, really like Howl's Moving Castle. In this particular instance, I am referring to the book, not the movie (though I love the movie too), because really at this point in my life I would like nothing more than to follow the protagonist's example and express my feelings with highly acidic weed-killer in a watering can.

I also am fond of the view I get from my house. I can see an airport, and I'm pretty much at the highest point for miles facing south, so I can actually see clear across the lake to the top of the hills on the mainland. It's nice, actually, when I'm staying up late and I'm the only one awake in the house, because I can look out the window from the study and see all the lights and it's very comforting. The one time when the fog was thick enough that I couldn't see anything, it was really weird.

I'm thinking right now about movie references, and people who make movie references, and people who don't get movie references, and if you haven't picked up on the fact that I'm a little loopy right now, you are either oblivious or....not reading. I tend to be the don't-get-references sort unless I'm with my sister, who has seen pretty much all the same movies I have and therefore only makes references that I will get.

I will also, always and forever, understand when someone talks about eating liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti. Even though I've never seen that movie, and plan on keeping things that way. I'm not a big horror movie fan, or even really a suspense/thriller movie fan. I like action, yes, but of the straightforward sort. The sneaking around and the magically appearing from behind furniture and the shrieking and the screaming just doesn't do it for me.

I kind of wonder sometimes, "If I had psychic powers, what would I have?" And I've reached the conclusion that I would probably be an empath, which is easily the lamest sort of psychic ever because you don't get to do anything, you just get to suffer through an emotional hurricane. I mean, there are only so many basic sorts of psychic powers, right? Telepathy, telekinesis, precognition, empathy (which I consider psychic only in the form where it's reverse-telepathy).

And I've reached this decision two ways. One of these is process of elimination: telepathy and telekinesis require someone to be good at forcing other things to suit them, which I most definitely suck at. Precognition requires someone to be good at reading patterns and making predictions which again, I am terrible at.

On the other hand, I'm very, very good at getting upset just because someone else is upset. On my own I'm very emotionally neutral, but if I'm around happy people or angry people or sad people, I become happy or angry or sad. If I read something about happy people, I become happy. If I listen to a story about sad people, I become sad. Et cetera. It doesn't need to be face-to-face with someone I actually know (which I should think influences most people's emotions to some degree).

Anyways, something to consider. What sort of psychic are YOU?

....Suddenly I feel ashamed and like one of those banner ads that ask you "What Twilight character are YOU?"

Sorry.