Studying. Even Though I Don't Want To.

I just can't seem to get excited about my work. I know that statistics and Die Hard are on the same level of excitement, but really, I am so bored.

Since I'm bored, I decided I'd text a guy I've been seeing. His response to my bootay call was no, he was too lazy to drive. This confirms that I have horrible taste in men, this one is lazy and drinks all the time.

I really shouldn't be as mad as I am. It isn't all his fault, I've been kind of withdrawing from friends here recently, favoring those that I cannot see everyday.

This is fine, I really value them more. It just frustrates me that I'm growing more and more distant from my friends here at school and closer and closer to people that aren't in my daily life.

Again, not his fault, totally mine.

I'm so bored sitting here I can't even see straight. I'm listening to Irish folk music and Mumford and sons, I've surfed Reddit, there's nothing else for me to do.


Except flipping homework.

Maybe I'll get more focused as the night goes on. Maybe I'll just up and die in this uncomfortable, smelly chair.

This post is making no sense, but whatever, my butt is flat because of this silly chair.

Anyways, I've been thinking about writing again. I have a couple storylines I've been thinking about, but I'm such a terrible writer. I don't know how I'd flesh the story out. I do know how they would go for the most part. I think. For instance, I want to do a story about a surrogate mother.

She'd be poor, like a crappy apartment, skinny dog, old clothes. And she'd be a delivery driver or a barista or something low-income, with a deadbeat boyfriend, you know the type. Anyhow, I'd have her in a situation where she needs cash fast, and impulsively, she becomes a surrogate mother. She doesn't meet the dad beforehand (or so she thinks) and doesn't know who he is. Eventually, she meets him and it turns out that he is a major Hollywood star.

Anyhow, I can't decide what would happen after that, I tend to go really dark.

I'm gonna go get some Pringles and Fritos. Single life is great.