Much Farther To Go

I’m bored out of my fucking mind. Tried going for a run earlier, but i must have really messed up my knee the other day. So now here I am sitting, icing my knee, not wanting to move, but also having no reason TO move. Really didn’t need this, to come home, to sit on my ass and do nothing. AND eat far more than I need to. That’s what’s so good about being on my own and so very poor, I just don’t bother much with food. I’ve been without TV for so long that I can’t even really stand to sit there and watch it. At this point, I don’t even know if I would sit through an episode of Grey’s Anatomy (my favouritest show of the moment, or at least it was)

The semester’s going to be over soon enough. Then…torture…two whole weeks from the last day of classes til my first exam. Hopefully I’ll occupy myself with the gym or something. I want summer to be here now, but not quite until I know what I’ll be doing. I hate waiting to hear about jobs, as much as I hate job interviews. I hate the whole process. I don’t like this unemployed thing, even though I’ve been so very unemployed almost my entire school-going career. I wish I knew for certain what I wanted. Then I could go for it without fear, that no matter what happens, I know I’ll be doing the right thing. And I could put myself entirely into it, because all of it would be worth it, whatever it is.