Entries tagged with bored

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Technically, the lightning thundered and not vice versa.

The big storm blew
a big screen
out of the window
and onto
the ground
with lightning pouring
all around
on a March early
morning.

That's all I have to say about that.

I don't know what to do, I need some sleep, I want to read, I want to write, to paint, to dazzle an audience, to kiss my girl, to win the day from the dark, clammy hands of night.

Maybe I'll just watch a zombie movie. That's about the same, isn't it?

I've got to take Ethan to school. It's only a half-day, so I'll be picking him back up at 11:30am.

I feel a bland Monday coming on. Mondays are my Sundays so I should reaffirm my dedication to God and relax.

O.K.?

Okay.

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bored,
movie

Red wine is the lamp post of iniquity.

There is a terrarium of turtles next to my desk. And one fish named Firefox.

Today is the day of work, without the job part of it. I must wash dishes and laundry and clean up from the rambunctious weekend, finish my application for the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I still have to figure out what I'm going to write in my essay.

Yeah, hi. I want to go to your school. I promise to not slack off and publish a lot and bring high prestige to your institution. I totally rule, I swear.

For the record... The Transporter 2 has beautifully clever and choreographed fight scenes. The rest completely blows chunks. The chase scenes in The Island were better. The required-by-law "hot" girl of the film was fubckIng nasty. Save your money. The first Transporter was waaaaaay better. Though, we did come up with a good marketing tagline.... UZIs : Ugly Guns for Ugly Girls. So, I hereby award this movie with a boat-load of stinky fish and a super hot chick.

Also, Amy's Vegetarian Chili is great.

I think it's too early to wax philosophical. I have a wine headache that registers .4 on the Richter scale. That means it's small.

Fine, enough procrastinating.

Ug.

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First Post of the New Year as I Dictate and Comment

Ourangutang.

I spelled it wrong.

YAWN>

::sigh::

I'm not going to tell you everything to type, she said.

Especially if you spell things wrong.

When do cliches become cliche? When is it cliche to say something is cliche?

When does novelty become novel?

How long until parody and satire are immediately applied to everything?

She is a cricket on my shoulder and I cannot shoosh her.

I did it again, she said.

But no one will know because I fix it.

But she knows.

And my eye smelled my finger as it wiped away a crumb and it smelled like garlic.

Everything had garlic.

I cut up garlic and ginger.

Mary Ann was nice and begged for her life.

I said no one will get it.

But she got it.

I bet you think I'm high but I'm not.

Not even drunk.

But I'm blah and that's like a drug too.

She said it's worse.

I have a bad Seether song in my head and I am not happy about it.

She said that's cliche.

Haha, Sayid said.

Ok, it's just for breathing and my neck is cramped.

So good night and new year and monkey love.

She said it's a sad post.

I say no one will read the whole thing anyway.

But she read it because she watched as I wrote it.

Does that count?

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bored,
movie

Bored update.

I'm drinking a FUZE Banana Colada while

antarcticlust and

kiwikat make curry in the kitchen. I am virtually useless at the moment, with the exception of having to get the food processor down from the high cabinet top. I have to leave for work in half an hour and that is teh suck because food won't be done before I have to go.

Yay! Kat will give me a ride, so I can stay an extra hour!

A UPS guy just showed up with a package from 1800FLOWERS for Jacquelyn. It's a stuffed dog with a cup cake with a flashing candle that plays the Happy Birthday song. I signed a false name for the package and Jacqui gave him some oatmeal raisin cookies. The package has no card or return address so we have no idea who it's from.

Ah, the mysteries of the Solstice!

Last night I watched The Passion of the Christ which was two hours and nine minutes of Jesus getting the shit beat out of him. It never shows any miracles, so if you didn't know anything about Christianity and watched this movie, one might think the whole religion was based on a magician who refused to admit his tricks were all sleight of hand. Who got whipped with chains and beaten for twelve hours with nails in his hands and feet.

Which reminds me of that bad joke: Why couldn't Jesus have walked on water? Because of the holes in his feet.

Bu-dum tssss!

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bored,
funny

Time passes, often illegally on the right shoulder.

I think I'm bored for the first time in as long as I can remember. There is just nothing I'm interested in doing and nothing I really need to be doing.

I was able to sleep late, which by normal standards means I got enough, a fairly solid eight hours, thus I am well rested and alert.

Everything I need to watch has been watched; I finished season two of the Sopranos, the entire Firefly series, the latest episode of LOST, and

schmecky's episode of Nip/Tuck. That's more television in a weekend than I've watched in years.

Nor is reading on the agenda. I'm currently reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera and The Illuminati Papers by Robert Anton Wilson, though I've been catching up on television shows I've missed, so those have been slow-going, compounded with my urge to do nothing, does not bode well for their completion tonight.

Writing and art is out, I'm just not in the mood. No creative projects with deadlines, I made the final changes to the Little Blue Crunchy Things poster I had to do. I even made this new background for my MySpace page this morning.

So now I am playing Civilization III, listening to Bright Eyes, and doing laundry, neither of which are vanquishing the aforementioned boredom. Even adding a brazillion links to this post didn't do it, though almost.