So, it's another day of boredom. Sadly, I couldn't sleep this morning, so I'm already awake and it's not even noon yet. The indignity of it all. I think that today, I shall beg mommy dearest to take me to the library, where I shall take out stacks and stacks of books. I think that today, I should also try out that new treadmill that is lying dormant in the basement (mom and dad should be using it...why aren't they?) I can't wait to find a job, a nice, mind numbing job that will occupy my mind on the most minimal level for hours on end - just like high school. High school which I think I've visited way too many times for it to be healthy (I'm not a loser, I like the teachers...). Is it just me or does everything seem smaller when visiting old places? Even my house seems smaller, my parents seem shorter, my sister - well, she couldn't really get any shorter (sorry, May ^_^).