Debutante

No words can express my sheer boredom these past few days, I tell you. Actually, I just got back from San Francisco after attending a wedding.. BUT other than that, my life’s been monotonous and mundane and hazy and lazy and just plain old boring.

NOT until today did I realize that I’ve been letting my intellect disintegrate as my body fats increase while I potato myself out not only on couches but on any place I set my big blob of body mass onto. So I looked around for something to do.. It’s not like I’ve really nothing else to do.. I’ve just been really really lazy.

I practiced my Nocturne for a bit and got bored..

I think that’s my main problem. I get bored easily. In myspace, for instance. They have those surveys.. and this particular one had 85 stupid questions that people fill out not because they want to.. but because they’re bored and have nothing better to put their time and energy on.. I think I’ve only gone on half way and gave up on it. Tsk. I even get bored on boredom-reliever surveys.. Hah.

So I went to my piles of books and saw this unread book I bought at Costco about 3 months ago. Back then I didn’t have time to read it since I’ve been going nuts with my school work.. But now, I have all the time in the world and I am finally gonna be able to read it.

It’s Sarah Dunant’s The Birth of Venus. I’m thinking it’s a love story of some sort.. Well the only novels I ever read for leisure are the likes of those — sappy love stories. Back in the Philippines, my friends and I would hang out at this book-slash-school-supplies store (aptly named National Bookstore) and we’d just read there and purchase out Sweet Valley High novels.

My most favorite book, Maguire’s Wicked, though not entirely a cheesy love novel had a chapter for Elphaba’s affair with — what was that guy’s name? hmm.. I forgot.. Those things give me the good chills and give me that tingling feeling in my loins..

Dont get me wrong though. I read other genres too.. it’s just that I enjoy love stories more and they give you that warm fuzzy feeling afterwards knowing that your main characters are gonna live happily ever after in Fictionland.. I think that’s why they appeal to me more.. because I see my frustrated dreams unfold in their pages..

Anyway.. I need to get my brain working again.. and functioning. I remember getting inclined to writing poetry during the last days of school.. I still have fresh pages from this cute pink journal my sister gave me for my birthday.. hmm.. maybe I should freewrite again.

And this blog too! I need this updated regularly.