three in the morning productions

idle hours

Well, I'm in a fine mood. I left home to get away from sitting around, praying for interesting people to get on AIM to... driving to Chapel-Hill to sit around and pray for interesting people to get on AIM. It's the story of my life. The insanity in the boredom is starting to settle in. I tried reading. I tried knitting. By golly I even tried writing my essay (the one that was due well over a month ago). Yet it would seem that the only thing I truly have interest for is... to be bored and to be lonely and sad and miserable.

I rather wish that Bill were here. The only instance when I'm sitting around waiting for interesting people to come on AIM and he's not even around once. What's up with that? And Kevin's not being very talkative tonight. And Derek insists on calling me an Angel--which is sweet and disturbing all at once. I'm not sure why, but I find it easier to talk to guys than girls. Maybe because they tolerate my incessant blathers. And yet all I want for Christmas is a guy best friend (I've always wanted one of those!)--just one, one would be enough.

I was supposed to hang out with Jemima tonight and help her in comforting Phil--who just got fired *snicker hack cough* Yes, I know I'm not supposed to laugh--but when you demand to work only whenever you "feel like it", what else can you expect? But Jemima never called--sweet, kind considerate sister that she is. So Derek did. And cheered me right up. We had a pleasant conversation and now I have to be very careful about everything I say on here (which is something I have a dislike for--censoring my thoughts) because people can and will use what I have written to pick on me to death with. Heh. Hmm, I'll have to apologize to Kevin tomorrow, since I just suddenly dropped the wonderful and philosophical conversation we were having. I was bombarded from all sides, so what was a girl to do?

But not tonight. So I take my leave.

Seethe later.

11.30.02 - 12:30 a.m.

	idle hours Well, I'm in a fine mood. I left home to get away from sitting around, praying for interesting people to get on AIM to... driving to Chapel-Hill to sit around and pray for interesting people to get on AIM. It's the story of my life. The insanity in the boredom is starting to settle in. I tried reading. I tried knitting. By golly I even tried writing my essay (the one that was due well over a month ago). Yet it would seem that the only thing I truly have interest for is... to be bored and to be lonely and sad and miserable. I rather wish that Bill were here. The only instance when I'm sitting around waiting for interesting people to come on AIM and he's not even around once. What's up with that? And Kevin's not being very talkative tonight. And Derek insists on calling me an Angel--which is sweet and disturbing all at once. I'm not sure why, but I find it easier to talk to guys than girls. Maybe because they tolerate my incessant blathers. And yet all I want for Christmas is a guy best friend (I've always wanted one of those!)--just one, one would be enough. I was supposed to hang out with Jemima tonight and help her in comforting Phil--who just got fired snicker hack cough Yes, I know I'm not supposed to laugh--but when you demand to work only whenever you "feel like it", what else can you expect? But Jemima never called--sweet, kind considerate sister that she is. So Derek did. And cheered me right up. We had a pleasant conversation and now I have to be very careful about everything I say on here (which is something I have a dislike for--censoring my thoughts) because people can and will use what I have written to pick on me to death with. Heh. Hmm, I'll have to apologize to Kevin tomorrow, since I just suddenly dropped the wonderful and philosophical conversation we were having. I was bombarded from all sides, so what was a girl to do? But not tonight. So I take my leave. Seethe later. 11.30.02 - 12:30 a.m.