The Myth & The Majesty

This whole week has been one big Uneventful Moment. There have been slight blips on the Interesting Stuff Radar, but nothing of particularly huge importance. However, they do provide fodder for this thing, so here goes. Thursday: Anonymous Socks Day. Yup, you read that correctly. I was sent two pairs of anonymous socks in the mail. No reaction is correct for that (although I was grateful, because I only had three pairs of socks before that and, well, it's already snowed a couple times). I'm just baffled. What kind of person sends someone socks?! Friday: Roomie News Day. My roommate is going to be my RA next semester. Fun fun. Now, I also have the opportunity to have a single, as long as I'm not too far down on the waiting list. Yay! Then came the weekend, all of this last week, and now it's Saturday again and I'm not entertained. Jesse's and my nine-monther was yesterday, so we took the chance to go out to eat and then to "The Matrix

I am bored. I am bored to the point of no return. I have no desire to do anything, yet I want to do something, just to get rid of the boredom. I never used to get bored. There was this amazing thing working for me--I had an imagination. I could sit for hours and not get bored, simply because there was some elaborate movie-type scenario playing over and over in my head, getting a little bit better each time around. There are some people in my room watching "Matrix: Reloaded" right now, and I'd join them, but I'm just not in the mood to watch a movie. Unfortunately, I'm also not in the mood to do homework, go to Perkins, go sledding, take a hike, streak, draw a picture, play cards, build a fort in the lobby, or drive around aimlessly until I run out of gas and have to call someone to come pick me up at one in the morning. Come to think of it, the only thing I'm really in the mood to do is write in this thing, and I have nothing constructive or dest