Bored

Bored out of my mind, bored as a cloud on a midsummer's night. Then i remember that summer's still a long way off, and all i have are clouds, clouds, and more clouds.

Doesn't it just irk you when you realize that there's so much stuff out there you could be doing right now, but aren't? Not because you can't, not because of a headache, but just because you're too lazy to get your ass off your bed and start living. But well, hey, it's the weekend, i deserve a break. A break from thinking, a break from talking to people, a break from listening to people talk..

Sometimes i wonder, how do those people do it? How are they able to stay up till the wee hours every school night, and still manage to go out on friday night, saturday night, AND sunday night? Whatever the answers to that are, congratulations to them. Or maybe i'm just rambling because of this stupid ache in my head? Yeah, maybe that's it, so i'll go now.