Oh my holy blog gods, I HAVE NOTHING TO DO.

Nothing is appealing.
For fuck sakes, I shouldn't have ate that jam.

Lol. It was total waste too, because there wasn't even peanut butter.
And there's nothing on TV.
I remember writing a few days ago about how I complain less.
WELL GUESS WHAT.
That can go out the window.

I'll just ramble on and complain and you can read it and I'll end up passing hours and hours of time. Or maybe just a few minutes or something.
I don't know.
Holy fuck, there isn't anything to listen to.
I'm sick of everything.
Well, not really.
It's just..there seems to be something off about everything I play.

Like...I just..don't want it all.

I have nothing to read.
I finished my last book a bit ago.

OH.
I start my schoolwork tomorrow.
Man, this sucks.
Last night of freedom and it feels like...
like...a boredom sundae with bored sprinkles and nothing-to-do sauce on top.

I'm going to go play some lame-o games on this silly site.
Because...hey, there's nothing better to do.