Rambling

I've come to the conclusion that long hours on the internet (or the computer, for that matter) can be harmful to ones psyche. I suppose some would think that was a good thing but not me. It just plain...sucks.

A couple years months ago, I probably would have thought of it as great, great fun but now, I just find it really goddamn depressing. It's like...if I have nothing to do, why sit on the computer and get a fat ass? Why not go out? Why not workout (to avoid the whole fat ass thing)? Hell, why not get a hobby?

But then again, what the hell is there to do? Go to a movie?

There's only so many times you can go see a movie before it too becomes lifeless and boring. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too picky but jeebus what I wouldn't give for a little excitement in my life.

Like, for instance, in May it'll be my 21st birthday (Hee!) and I'm "suppose" to be going to Las Vegas for it. To gamble and drink legally finally. That's going to be hellaiously fun, I know it is. But...that's too freaking long away for me.

I definitely need a hobby. Aside from writing that is, because writing just ain't doing it for me anymore.

I used to be able to do the mindless-drone thing and sit and write for HOURS. Now I'm like...meh. Is that natural? To just...lose interest like that?

Anyway, I'm thinking while my hubby is off saving the world and I've got nothing to do, I might as well do something constructive. Exercise my mind (and body) a bit. I should probably take back up learning Japanese (suki desu!) and I got a new tennis racket for xmas. It was no use to me right after my surgery (surgery before xmas sucks so badly!) but I'm practically healed up so I could probably start learning how to use the bloody thing.

Hm, what else...

Oh yes, there's a nasty virus going around right now. My sister has it at the moment. Just my luck. I get healed from surgery and the flu (or whatever it is) takes up residence in my house. How lovely.

Anyway...

One last thing because I'm emotional and depressed...I miss my hubby! Jesus cripes.

Rambling

I've come to the conclusion that long hours on the internet (or the computer, for that matter) can be harmful to ones psyche. I suppose some would think that was a good thing but not me. It just plain...sucks.

A couple years months ago, I probably would have thought of it as great, great fun but now, I just find it really goddamn depressing. It's like...if I have nothing to do, why sit on the computer and get a fat ass? Why not go out? Why not workout (to avoid the whole fat ass thing)? Hell, why not get a hobby?

But then again, what the hell is there to do? Go to a movie?

There's only so many times you can go see a movie before it too becomes lifeless and boring. I don't know. Maybe I'm just too picky but jeebus what I wouldn't give for a little excitement in my life.

Like, for instance, in May it'll be my 21st birthday (Hee!) and I'm "suppose" to be going to Las Vegas for it. To gamble and drink legally finally. That's going to be hellaiously fun, I know it is. But...that's too freaking long away for me.

I definitely need a hobby. Aside from writing that is, because writing just ain't doing it for me anymore.

I used to be able to do the mindless-drone thing and sit and write for HOURS. Now I'm like...meh. Is that natural? To just...lose interest like that?

Anyway, I'm thinking while my hubby is off saving the world and I've got nothing to do, I might as well do something constructive. Exercise my mind (and body) a bit. I should probably take back up learning Japanese (suki desu!) and I got a new tennis racket for xmas. It was no use to me right after my surgery (surgery before xmas sucks so badly!) but I'm practically healed up so I could probably start learning how to use the bloody thing.

Hm, what else...

Oh yes, there's a nasty virus going around right now. My sister has it at the moment. Just my luck. I get healed from surgery and the flu (or whatever it is) takes up residence in my house. How lovely.

Anyway...

One last thing because I'm emotional and depressed...I miss my hubby! Jesus cripes.