I am boooored

But really, really bored. Luckily I have a busy weekend ahead of me which will save me from killing myself out of boredom. Busy doing what, you ask? Well, nothing exciting. Unless you’re me, because then it’s exciting. You see, the gods of tv have decided to shower me with gifts in the next 50-something hours and gave me Apocalypse Now, Silence of the lambs and Hannibal(these two are in the same night and on two different channels…odd, but who am I to question the gods?) and Surviving Picasso. I’m a happy sailor.

Of course, I also have to deal with family visits again this weekend. Geez, don’t this people have homes? Ok, so it’s basically different people if we don’t count bro but still…why do I have to be part of the wedding talk? What did I ever do wrong? I guess I’ll just have to hide until they leave. I am sooooo never getting married(don't quote me on that, folks...I might change my mind).

Also, I’m paranoid. Yeah, not news but I’m really paranoid. Every time I get a letter from the university I look at it for the 50 second walk from the mail box to the house hoping they’re not announcing that there’s been some kind of huge error and they’re not letting me in anymore. I did this today only to find out the letter I had been staring was a correction to something they'd sent me earlier. Can you tell I really want to go?

And before I go, just further proof that I’m a geek. Seriously there is no hope left for me. You know what I did yesterday(I know you can’t know but I like asking redundant questions)? I had written something in a notebook(chemistry notes, nothing earth shattering) and before I closed the notebook I looked for the “save” button, because I didn’t want to loose what I’d just written. Oh, yeah…I wanted to save my handwritten notes. Put me out of my misery.