Sleepwalking my way through life: Of headaches and time travel



Of headaches and time travel

Hmm.

I have a mountain of homework, namely two essays due for tomorrow, and I sit here and blog. The tv blares in the background while my mum tries to talk over it, asking once again if her dress is nice enough for the evening, taking another drag from her cigarette.

She leaves behind a mixture of perfume and smoke as she goes out the door. I turn the volume down, already feeling the threats of a headache forming behind my eyes as I scan another web page of useless information. I'm alone tonight, Chris being at work and Mum going to dinner with her work, so I have the house to myself where I can sit and do nothing in peace.

There's nothing new to see, the same old boring things time and time again. An infinite wealth of knowledge sits in front of me and there's nothing to peak my interest. And yet I am still on it, lingering on the single page that contains these words as I type them. I do little else these days. I read a few blogs, frequent a forum or two, read up on some webcomics before turning to old faithful and writing a new blog. On the odd occasion I log onto MSN and laugh with friends.

It just all seems so pointless.

My life has become something that I cannot describe. I live for the weekends, letting the weekdays pass with a blur of sickening heavy-headedness. I used to love the weekdays, seeing my friends being the highlight. The weekends were better, seeing them in real clothes and in a different scenery, with no school to weigh us down. Everything is so different now.

I don't care about the weekdays. Just let them pass quicker so I can reach Friday night. It's like a rush of relaxation, when I step off of the bus on Friday afternoons I walk home with a skip in my step and a song on my lips. But it's weird, by night time I'm worn out, and all my excitement is for nothing.

Saturdays are the best, a day of fun that I sincerely wish would not end.

Sunday is a lazy drag. An unproductive day that's used for lounging about in my room and making a sorry mistake of doing homework. I do a certain amount before slotting a DVD into my Lapdancer and reaping my 'reward'. After convincing myself that I cannot do anymore work I go downstairs and vegetate in front of the tv or interweb until I drag myself to bed.

It's all getting a bit repetitive.

When I was working over the summer I did the same job over and over. I did the same thing hundreds of times, and after the first week I fell into a type of mood. Everything was sluggish and normal. I'd spend hours refreshing pages in the hope that they had been updated in the last five minutes, clicking mindlessly on links and pictures and buttons. It seems similar to now, the repetitiveness is killing me.

I still haven't done any homework, and it's just past eleven. I feel as though I'm going to be up late trying to do my Drama essay at least. Not to mention finishing off my English stuff.

I'm sorry. I know that I've been bitching about school work a lot recently, but it's the main thing dominating my mind at the moment. Don't worry though, I have lots of problems that I want to discuss, like friends and the meaning of life and all that crap, but it'll have to wait for now.

Wish me luck.
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