So much time, so little to do.

I get really bored a lot. Maybe its just what I am supposed to be, bored. My dad thinks its a sign I need to find a job, but that's all conjecture and biased opinion. I usually get this bored when I have a big assignment due in a couple days, and I haven't done a thing about it. As far as I know, I have nothing coming up, so its either bad record keeping on my part, or the assignment is so important, the boredom has forced a forgetfullness on my part. They are probably interlinked somehow.

Going to high school, the big brick building, has made me much more bored than when I was homeschooled. For one thing, the fridge is a lot harder to get to in the high school, and paradoxically I have gained weight with this increased distance and decreased accessabilty. I guess I ate halfway healthy at home, while here, I get fries and swiss cakes, washed down with a Pepsi or two. While the food undoubtably tastes better, it seems to have a slightly higher caloric count. Breaking my arm has definitely cut back on how much I am able to burn, which compounds the effects of the situation.

Anyway, I think the topic today was something different. Ah, yes, boredom. You know class bores you when you answer a question wrong just to entertain yourself. For the last lab I did in chemisty, a source of error was the planets were not aligned in my favor. An answer to a calculus question was Eli Witney. For another chemisty lab, I filled in the "the bubbles [produced by the experiment] are ___" blank with "pretty." They were nice, but not exactly pretty. After I handed in the lab paper, the teacher, Mrs. Shipley, asked if the planets were aligned more in my favor today. She evidently wanted to make sure that the cosmos would negatively affect the results of that day's experiment.

So what's a bored kid to do? I could go find a girlfriend, but that would include an effort on my part. Girlfriends also have a tendency to be demanding, and I have enough demands already. Like waking up in the morning. I could find a hobby, but writing this here thingy, whatever it may be, is draining my energy. A job would require more effort that finding a girfriend, and making my dad happy ain't a real high priority on my list. Maybe I could seek the identity of that school project I likely have due Monday, but once again we have that whole effort bugaboo again. Caring also comes into play on that one.

Where's those swiss cakes when you need them?