About being bored

Wait, it's Tuesday again. Is it?
Really?

Well, damn.

I haven't thought of anything. I haven't had the time. I've been too bored.
I realise how that sounds completely ridiculous. But let me explain to you.

Right now, unless I have something going on on the weekend, I have four days of absolutely nothing to do every week. I have eight hours of school a week, because I simply couldn't find myself more classes for this period. And honestly, it sucks.
Mondays are ok. I have a flute lesson early in the afternoon, so I have a little time before that, but not much. Then after that, I come home, and I cook a little, and do a little something else. Then I have to go to capoeira training, and when I come home, it's almost eight. Which isn't all that late, but it's late enough that it isn't too many hours until you should go to bed.
On Tuesdays I have to go to the university for two hours to talk about writing styles. And after that I once again eat something and do a little something and then read a book for a while, and it's once again time to start thinking about going to bed.
Wednesdays I'm first at the university for seven hours and then I have training in the evening. No problem there.
But the weekends, starting from Thursday. I have nothing. Literally nothing. Because I have so few classes I don't even have anything to do for school. I have nothing.
So I read a book. I cook a little, eat a little. And continue reading the book in the lack on anything else to do. By five in the afternoon it's still six hours before actually going to sleep, and your eyes are tired and head hurts from reading a book all day. The fact that it's dark all the time doesn't help with the reading either.
So it's five in the afternoon and you don't know what to do anymore, because all you want to do is something that doesn't involve looking at things, and you don't have anything like that to do. So you just sit on the couch a little, and then walk around the tiny apartment, and just think how great it would be to go to bed, because the tired eyes and head ache are rally starting to get annoying, and tomorrow you might actually have something else to do except walk aimlessly back and forth.
But it's half past five in the afternoon. All you want is the day to be over, because there is so little to do. So you just wait the time to pass. Because you don't actually want to do anything, because the boredom is so agonising and your head hurts.
So that was my weekend.
I had so little to do I didn't get a topic done for today, and I didn't even play the flute. Because I was too bored to do those things.
Because I learned last weekend, as long as you have a little something to do, you keep doing things, but since it's only little to do, you take your time. And that's nice.
But when you have absolutely nothing to do and a head ache on top of that, you don't do the little things you could do to fill the time either.
Besides, playing the flute is really not a thing to do when you have a head ache.
I don't know if this makes any sense to you. But that's how it seems to work. When there's nothing to do you don't do even the things you'd like to do.

I did start watching Merlin with Julia, that helped a little with the boredom. But she had stuff to do, so I still had waaaay too much time with nothing to do.
Anyway, during the first episode I kept thinking "Who's that king? He looks familiar, like really familiar. I'll just google... Where's someone who looks like that? I'm sure I know him from some- ohdeargod that's Giles."
I didn't recognise him. He was wearing a crown. And being a jerk.
I don't know.
Then again, I didn't realise Wesley is Sandy River, either, so. Apparently my brain won't understand that they're in fact actors in Buffy and can be in other things too.
Except Allison Hannigan.

So that's what I've been doing. I also spent about an hour doing research on griffins one morning. Turns out there isn't much to find. They're mostly creatures used as symbols instead of in stories. Basically they're like dragons (majestic, wise and hoard gold), except not dragons. Also, it's thought that the myth started from some dinosaur remains that people found ages ago and tried to put them together only to get a griffin instead of a dinosaur.

Ok, that's enough for today.

Oh, one more thing.
Even if I wanted to play Minecraft, I'm not convinced my laptop would run it. I tried playing Dota a couple of times over the summer, but gave up on even trying, because my laptop just wouldn't run it properly. So yeah.

This was a very train-of-thought post. I hope it doesn't matter.

~matu