Laughingstock, and some Musing

Today wasn't so bad in the boredom department. I actually did something, haha. I tried getting up earlier, and it seemed to work initially (I woke up around 8:30, actually) but somehow I ended up falling asleep again, and didn't get up until after 11. Oii. I need to start going to bed earlier so I can get back into the rhythm I had for school.

The wonderfully stimulating activities I partook of today involved biking over to my local Starbucks to meet up with one of my camp buddies, Smurfette. (A camp name, of course. Her real name's Anna. ^^) We ordered our drinks and went over to a corner table to sit down and talk. We ended up spending a little over 2 hours there, but it was great. I miss talking to her, I hadn't seen her since the CIT (Counselor-in- Training) reunion in December.

We got to talking about the drama-filled aspect of our boring lives, and this is where it gets kind of interesting. I don't even know what the heck was up, but this random lady was standing at the booth with all the milk and the sugar and whatever (our table was right next to it) and I guess she overheard our conversation. The kicker, though, was that she deliberately started doing things slower to have an excuse to listen in, and get this: she started laughing. I mean, what the hell? We were more amused than anything else, but honestly, how rude. Maybe she was so overwhelmed with how pathetic our two lives are that she just couldn't help herself. My mom, meanwhile, is convinced she was some sort of writer hunting for inspiration.

Pah. I hope you found it, dork-face.

Seriously, though; is my life that funny? Perhaps. I certainly don't think so (I was telling her about all the lovely Nick-involved drama from last year).

Speaking of which: it may distinguish me as belonging to the highest rung of Loserdom, but today marks 3 months since I've actually talked to him. Why am I keeping track, you may ask? I'm not, I swear. I just realize these things as they come. But now that I do realize it, you can imagine how frustrating it is. Or perhaps not. But it is frustrating, if you want to take my word for it. *sigh*

Anyway, good news for tomorrow: my first concert in ages! Maybe I'll get sucked into a mosh pit. Not that I know how it's possible to even begin to think of moshing to The Rocket Summer, but you never know. Kids are creative these days. o_~