A Little Bit Orange...

location: Home

mood: bored

music: Sugarland

Okay, I'm writing shit. Mostly because it is 11:22pm and I have no desire to go to bed. I haven't even been awake for 12 hours. And I'm pretty much using this thing because Rhianna does. I don't know anyone else who does. I don't even know why I am doing it. And I do it with the full knowledge that Rhianna is the only person reading. As of right now. And I may never do it again.

So I'm trying to figure out what people write in these things. Basically my entire life right now is built around trying to structure myself away from the soul-crushing boredom that generally takes over my life when I have no summer job. I don't like work. I never have. And it is probably a good thing that I don't have an office job right now because I think I may have carpal tunnel. Which would be a serious problem. But, somehow, despite my arm pain and lack of love for work (who likes work, really?) I really need to be occupied or else I do nothing. So I try to make rules for myself so that I won't get trapped doing nothing but staying on the computer and surfing the internet. These are rules like a) take a shower every day, b) don't sleep past noon, c) study for the GRE using the practice book I made my mother go out and get me, d) unpack. Number of things I was successful at doing today? A little of d. I started the morning by unpacking but then I couldn't find any hangers that I could hang tank tops on, so I gave up and now I have clothing all over my bed.