[warning this blog is completely boring at a huge time waster meant only to waste hours until i can fall asleep without boring anyone else, unless your stupid enough to read it, because i am warning you. SO YOU ARE WARNED THAT THE BELOW CONTENT WILL NOT IN ANY WAY BE ENTERTAINING OR INTERESTING, thank you, have a nice day]

I’m the type of person who is really focused on details as opposed to the bigger picture, so right now instead of doing any kind of generalization i’ll start out small, to give you an idea as to where the thought process behind all random, strange and awesome thoughts come from.

Imagine sitting at a computer shortly after one in the morning. The time is very important as it is something i always use reference back to, because i count my days in how to waste hours. there are your average assortment of cups and dirt dishes on the computer itself, which sits right below the monitor on it’s glass stand/desk. the desk could be considered either really.  Then my empty PB cap’in crunch box. another plate on the random computer chair next to the desk, which somehow computer chairs seem to be attracted to our house. we have three in the living room and only one computer. Then my living room is huge, ok, well it is a living room/dining room, but there’s just alot of square footage. The door is in the middle of the room on the opposite side of where the computer sits, and the computer is facing away from it. There are six windows in our living room, two for each wall, it’s at the very front of our house. Right behind me is the t.v. and couches, boxing off a little living room area, we have huge speakers hooked up to a tiny t.v. 12″ . shows just where our priorities lie. then on the other side the table is about five feet and tall, and a light brown wood, and our book case, with our little decorations on top of it. and in between the book case and the computer is the fire place. between the fire place and the book case is the hallway back to the kitchen. On my computer chair there is my black and polka dot comforter for warmth because i can’t start fires and on my lap is the tired bullet. oh yea, and we have probably a ten foot high ceiling, and on the wall in front of me is the painting my best friends step mom gave me when cleaning out her garage. its a city in light pastels on the beach with palm tree’s and it’s slightly three-d.

This is where most of my boredom, thinking, annoyance, tiredness, and basically life takes place. it’s hard im not gonna lie. the time just blends in with the boredom to create a bleek numb feeling that settles in unsmoothly and disrupts thoughts constantly. i don’t know what to do.  I’m just so tired.