Unlike Jane, I do not have a three day weekend. Also unlike Jane, I would have loved having a three day weekend. Instead, all that faces me is another day of classes, another day of having my heart tugged around on a string by the most disagreeable guy I've ever met, and another day of trying to keep on top of everything while still maintaining my sanity.
It takes a surprising amount of energy to maintain this charade of being okay around him. I've found this out the hard way over the past few days. How are you supposed to react when you tell someone you love them and they ask your advice about the girl they love? Especially when they can't take the hint and leave you alone. So I've thrown myself into schoolwork.
Which, ironically, means I have a lot more free time. Free time that I have nothing to do with but sit and think about him. I need to find a hobby. Perhaps knitting, or composing poetry. But I can't really be trusted with sharp objects, and my rhyming is slightly sub-par. It seems that hobbies usually require skill of some kind.
But boredom is a very, very bad thing... Boredom makes me do crazy things. Things I really shouldn't do. Things I know I'll regret. Like the letter I just sent. Boredom, in fact, is the reason I'm in this whole crazy mess in the first place. So it is a very good thing that I don't have a three day weekend.
I wonder how hard it is to learn how to knit.
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It's not hard to learn to knit...well, I didn't think it was hard and I taught myself. Though, some do say crocheting is much easier. You should paint. It could be impressionistic or post-modern.
Yeah... I am not so good at painting.
Neither am I, but most people who are famous post-modern painters aren't great either. Just say, "this blotch right here represents world hunger," and you'll have them all fooled.
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