Namely, your lively blog authoress has been overtaken by boredom once again.
I find myself with nearly an hour until the dorm cafetera opens for dinner, and I cannot even guarantee myself nourishment.
Lastnight, as you have probably already been informed, I accidentally left my lunch ticket on my dinner trey, but figured I could just pick it up at breakfast this morning, which had a, shall we say, less than affirmitive outcome. I checked my mailbox, and there was nothing there, because sometimes misplaced lunch cards are put in a student’s mailbox.
My lunch card’s fate, not so bright as those.
So, I’m planning on going down to the cafeteria when dinner starts, and asking again if they’ve found anything. I can even ask if they will let me eat that one time, and write my name down. The way that works is, the next meal, if you don’t have your card, you have to pay five bucks before you can eat there again.
If they either don’t have my ticket, or will not let me eat this one time, I will have to live off bagels, fruit snacks, and snack sized popcorn until either 1), my card is located, or 2), I come up with five bucks. My parents think I have 40 dollars, when in actually, I have less than 5.
Such was my money’s fate last year, also.
I know, the start of this year has allusions to my first year of residence here at NIACC, but in a different way, and in a way I do not choose to continue.
I spent 15 bucks yesterday alone, for no other reason than boredom.
I need to quit doing that, especially since Arby’s won’t give me hours, and Wal-Mart wants someone who can work 5 days a week, something that I cannot afford to do, as my time resources, much like my money ones, will become even more restricted in the coming weeks.
Bleh. I just feel restless, like one of those mini dust devils you see swirling around the sidewalks up campus here. Just a little whirlwind of leaves, spinning constantly, yet not moving very far. They are just left there to brew in their feelings of unrest. This is the mood that I currently convey, and I’m not obliged to like it one bit.
It’s sad, really.
I want time to hurry up, so dinner will start, but even then, I will only be occupied for an hour. After that, what’s to break the monotony of the rest of my night? Mel doesn’t go to NIACC anymore, so I can’t hang out in her room. Amanda, Kelly, Kiel, and Ryan are all fortunate enough to live with interesting people, off campus, so I can’t exactly go to them for entertainment.
So, that leaves me with Almond, and Lilly. It’s not the people, I am just restlessly bored with everything currently in my power to do, except DDR. But when you consider, I’d drive for ten minutes to get to the arcade. I have enough for at least two, possibly three games of DDR. But that would only waste fifteen minutes of my time. And if you add the ten minutes’ drive back, that’s only a measley thirty five minutes of my time. What would I do with the at least 4 hours until I’d be even remotely ready for bed?
I should probably clean my room, as it’s gotten to be a messy din already. Due to my not knowing where things are, and having the misfortune of tearing apart the entire room before I look in a more obvious place and find what I’m seeking.
Why couldn’t I just look in the easy place first, and avoid throwing my posessions all over hell?
Dammit, is it five yet?
Why am I so impatient?
I HATE IT.
Why can’t I find something to do and be content with it?
I don’t get it.
Help me get it.
Lol like you would know. If I don’t know myself, how can you be expected to know? That’s just silly of me to ask that of you.
I’m so weird.