Forever Bored

Forever Bored

Am I to be forever bored? I try to remember what I use to do with my free time. Then it came to me, I use to study study and study. Now that I have the supposedly wonderful freedom of an adult I don't know what to do with myself. I need some hobbies, and I need them fast. Life can't stay this boring.

Jail?

Lately I have not wanted to do much. I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings, I don't want to contribute to society by working, and I don't want to be responsible for my life. This said, I think i've come up with a solution. Jail. I may not know that much about it, but we'll just entertain my fancies and say its how I think it is. It would be free, I'd get fed, cable, have free time, get to work out, and oh, did I mention it would be free? Now, I'm sure there were would be draw backs, scary inmates, community service, but hey. I'll just pretend jail is going to be for me how it was for George Bluth... How could I not love it? Now, the only problem is how to get into jail...

Insight into my laziness

I've started going to the gym lately, and no, I don't like it. As I was driving around the parking lot searching for a close space, I thought to myself, "Meghan, you are about to go run 3 miles, you think you could handle walking a little ways into the gym." No, this would be asking too much, I must find a close parking space, and I did, it was glorious.

Ice cream, friend or foe?

For the first time in my life I live in a neighborhood. There are trees, children, and yes, ice cream trucks that haunt our quiet street. I hear them frequently, too frequently, playing there sinister music outside my window. They wake me up from naps, they sit outside for minutes on end, just playing and playing, beckoning me. Go away, its October, I don't want your ice cream.

Reliving life

Its strange how little things bring you back. Like smelling the same soap my mom has bought since high school, or listening to the same radio stations I did when I was 16. I feel as though I'm reliving some parts of my life.

Fog

I don't know how it happened. But it did. I forgot about fog. I grew up with it, I remember running in it as a child, chasing faeries and elves that sadly I never caught up with. I remember times when it was so thick you couldn't see your outstretched fingertips. It is a magical thing fog. The real fog that rolls in from the ocean, from the bay. I love it, and it may just be beautiful enough to relinquish the hold snow has over me.