No, I am not bored.

I am not bored. I am not bored. I am not bored.

My mantra for the past few hours. Not that I am in denial, but I actually realized that I am not bored. I am just running out of interesting things to do. Though I have a list of writing exercises to accomplish, a pile of books to read, and a junk of movies to watch, I still find these things unbearable. I can't just stop myself from fidgeting whenever I try to read, write, or watch. I need to get out. I need to have a life, but instead I am stuck at home doing this blog entry.

A while ago, I just finished downloading episode 15 to 17 of Chuck and Season Finale of House. I tried watching them, but I ended up glancing scene by scene. I could not believe that I just skimmed through Chuck (and House)! CHUCK! That's Chuck, my favorite TV series (which should be second to the most interesting things in the whole universe). Then, after I was done watching Chuck and House, I continued reading Prince Caspian. After some paragraphs, I got irritated and stopped reading. I thought of something interesting to do... So I told to myself, "Why not rant about how bored you are and how hard you keep yourself from being totally bored?". So here. But then... As I am typing all these words on this semi-blank page, I realized I should be eating breakfast and lunch now. Oh god. I have nothing left to do.

I am not bored. There's just nothing interesting to do. Okay fine, I am bored. I think I should go out, but I'm broke. So I might just stay at home and be bored all the way.