Bookstored.

I'm so bored.
I'm the kind of bored that actually physically HURTS.

It's not like anyone is even coming in here because they are scared away by the massive constuction going on directly next to me. Seriously. People are literally knocking down walls. Actually, it sounds like they are attempting to demolish this building from the inside out. I kind of wish they would. I would get the rest of the day off.

I want to go on an epic adventure. Alas, yo no tengo dinero - aka, I'm broke as a joke because of bills. I haven't been to the beach once. I'm from Florida for Christ's sake! I'm uber-European white and it's not like I'm getting any sun in Raleigh because we've been having biblical storms. You know - massive flooding, lightning striking the golden images of my pagan gods.. and locusts, can't forget the locusts. Okay, so it's just been raining a lot.

Everyone has been chatting on with me about their great summer trips and here I am... work... class... sleep. Work.. class.. sleep. Work.. class.. sleep. Thankfully this is my last week of clase de espanol. I have decided that I hate spanish and would rather learn something of more interest - tagalog for instance.

Shit. I think I have homework. Maybe that will distract the pain of boredom for the time being. At the very least it will replace it with cramps of frustration.

v.