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.

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