On leaving the board.

In 18 days, it will be my three year board anniversary (Ha bettie!). I was thinking that maybe that would be a better time for this title, what with the irony and everything, but whatever. Apparently, reading posts used to take up a whole lot of my time. I note this because apparently now, I have lots of it. It's not like I'm going anything with it, though. Instead of sitting in front of the computer, staring at a postlist, I sit in front of the computer, staring at nothing. It's kind of boring, yet I have no real desire to do anything else. This all but proves a theory that I had a few years ago (dude. I can say that and mean it. How utterly fucking bizarre.) that the time I spent on the board wasn't what was keeping me from doing stuff (stuff in this instance being "school work") but instead was just a by product of not wanting to work.

Oddly though, in my constant blog refreshing, I see people mention posts (maybe in one of those 368 new threads or something) that I know absolutely nothing about, and I have no desire to read it. Well, maybe I'd like to see what got said about Freako Jackson. Which is what I'm looking for now. And in the process, I've already found two posts on the first page with spoilers in the parent post. And yet, I have no desire to log in and PM anyone about it. I don't even feel like tipping you off as to where they are now. Meh.

Here's what I did today: was dead unconscious until noon. I came home to avoid being snow-bound in my dorm, and that's a good thing, because it means I got to sleep uninterrupted. Which was desperately needed. I thought that it was later when I woke up, and I was surprised when it was only twelve. So I went back to sleep until 2. Then I woke up and took a shower. Then I turned on the computer and stared at it. I had several PMs, so I went and read them. I received no word on anything. Which I was expecting. Then I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Then I watched Donnie Darko. Then I took my pharmacy of pills. Some of them ironic. Then I sat in front of the television and did cross-stitch. And now I'm sitting in front of the computer again.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was my day. I don't know how the fuck the rest of you can space yours out to fill more than one short paragraph.

I skipped a class Thursday so that I could study for the test I had in the class after it, since I had yet to. I didn't study. I'm pretty sure I did alright anyway.

Incidentally, I think the only person I had (what passes for) a conversation with today was Sas. And even though it doesn't seem to be the fashion anymore, I will always refer to her by her superhero name.

I had my mother listen to Milla Jovovich. She likes the song in Ukranian, but nothing else. Eh. Can't win them at all.