Dying of Boredom

My friends are all still busy. I cleaned and organized my bedroom(le gasp!). I've read every book I've dragged out of the library more than once. I'm BORED.

Of course, I expected this. It's always the same when summer rolls around. I have the freedom to do anything I want(within legal limits and the laws of physics), and I have no idea what I want to do. Pathetic, eh?

Also, since school's out, there aren't any weird conversations I can go on about. Heck, the people mainly responsible for those odd lunchtime conversations have pretty much all graduated. *sigh* Sure, I have weird coversations at home, but those are because of my dad and my brother and their sense of humour(and mine with them) is . . . Well, let's just say the 'all posts must be PG-13 or below' would be strained to the point of breaking with some of them . . . Dirty minds, I tell you. And it seems to be genetic(if I ever have kids, they're doomed to insanity and possible pervertedness).

In other news, I recently submitted a fanfiction to my deviantart account, for anyone who cares. It's called 'Life Amongst the Leaves.' Guess which anime it's a fanfiction of from that.

*sigh*

All of my friends are either busy or gone. I have had nothing to do all week, and it'll still be a few more days until the one I usually hang out with comes back.

. . . I am BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, admittedly I did have two different days where I managed to kill a lot of time . . . The first was the entire day, which I spent with the one friend who wasn't busy. We went to some sort of festival. I guess you could call it a celebration of the town's anniversary.

Of course, I started out the day just going to that friend's house and getting creamed at Super Smash Brothers Brawl(I never win against this person unless she accidently falls off the stage). She let me beat up her younger brother in the game, though(he sucked at playing Kirby; I was Shiek). But then we left, went to the fair, ate a sno cone and pizza for lunch, got back around dinner time.

Not the most thrilling of stories, I know, and it's not like the only other day I killed a lot of time at once was any better. My brother and I went up to help our grandparents around their house(my brother gets yard work, I do cleaning inside). My brother said he learned that blackberry bushes are bad. I learned the my grandmother's vacuum has an attitude.

So yeah, signing off to pout in my corner of boredom.