So this window has been sitting open for like, 2 hours now, and I’m reading other people’s blogs, in the hopes that it will inspire me. Because I have nothing to say. Doing nothing for days on end kills brain cells, I think.

I am so bored. I have been so bored all week. With occasional bursts of activity such as writing blog posts and still trying to fix my imported archives. It is an exciting life I lead, I know.

I am retrospectively convinced that one of the reasons I liked Dawson’s Creek so much in high school was that it gave me ideas for how to create drama in my own life and thereby make it more interesting. I was really bored and didn’t want to do my homework, so instead I had boy drama. This kept me busy for a good number of years.

However (however) the overwrought, dreadfully angsty entries I have written on boy drama; I am conflicted on what to do with them. I am somewhat embarrased by their existence, but not really enough to delete them. At the time, all those things seemed Terribly Important, and even though my overly rational brain was whispering “…you do know that you’re pulling the strings on this, don’t you?” I kept at it. I guess  I needed something to do in college given that I was painfully, terribly shy.  (Despite this, after a year and half, I did manage to make out with the boy I had a crush on. And then we had a lot of drama. He will conceed that this was partially his fault.)

Oh, right the point of this, is that I really wish I were young enough to casually manufacture some drama, because it would make life in suburbia a lot more interesting.