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Cabin Fever

Goodness me. I'm beside myself. Here, metaphorically. HERE, literally.

Lately, I've been feeling like a zombie. All I do, every day--sleep, watch TV, eat, go on the computer, read. Repeat. Repeat again. Repeat until your head falls off. *Feel free to insert gory picture of someone getting beheaded in a horror movie.*

I'm suffering from a severe case of über-boredom. I have no place to go. Nothing to do. You wouldn't think that of me, would you? I'm a young adult, a 16-year old girl. You'd think I'd be out there, living it up to the fullest. Doing all the stuff YOU wish you did when you were my age.

Well, I'm not. Most of my friends aren't friendly enough to care, and my family--well, I think that they may be suffering from the same thing here. My sister's working all the time, or drinking with her boyfriend. My mom doesn't do anything except work and watch baseball. My father--work, work, work. Is there a common theme here? The only carefree people in this house are my two younger sisters, and the poodle.

"Look at me! I'm so damn cute and carefree! All I have to do is worry about greeting my parents when they get off of work, acting like I haven't seen them in an entire millenia! Wait--are squirrels out there?!? I wanna get the squirrels! Oh! Oh no! They ran away! Oh well! Now where is my soft, pink, leopard-spotted, squeaky pig?!?"

I have a lot to look forward to in the upcoming month, but it just doesn't seem to want to come fast enough. Sure thing, once I become so busy I can barely blink, it'll all be over and it'll be time for school. Aren't the summers before your junior and senior years in high school supposed to be some of the best? Huh?!? HUH?!?

I'm sorry readers. I'm sorry that I sound like a paranoid homebody-nerd. I know that I need a serious life. I know that there's a lot more problems out in the world then just my über-boredom. I just will never know how I can affect the world until I get out of this goddamn place and do something.

Comments

SalGal said…
That sounds a lot like my life at 16. Except, I had a car. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Seriously though, don't you have some faraway friends or family you could visit?

I'd invite you, but you'd have to share with the boys. Heheheheh...
August 3, 2007 at 6:35:00 PM EDT
Emma said…
I completely empathize.
August 5, 2007 at 4:29:00 PM EDT
alexgirl said…
Ugh, I completely know what you mean. I feel the same way. It's too hot to WANT to do anything. I sleep, read, watch TV, waste hours on the internet.
Yesterday I played croquet with some friends in Central Park though. That was fun.
Hope you find something fun to do soon!!
August 6, 2007 at 12:37:00 PM EDT
Eddie said…
You want to get out of that place and do something? You really need to come to NYC. New York is the center of the universe and a perfect place to rearrange your soul and find purpose in your life.

I'm sure you have plenty of purpose already my darling dear, as you've managed to impress me with your wit and truckload of intelligence.

Besos
August 8, 2007 at 8:38:00 PM EDT
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