Bored. Depressed. Life.

I'm currently stuck in a situation that I haven't been in for a while: I'm bored. Isn't that terrible?

Mostly, it's because I did homework all afternoon, and I'm burnt out. I didn't know half an afternoon of homework could do that. Also, I've been on the computer too much lately. All new blog posts have been read, all TV shows have been caught up on, all new videos have been watched.

Maybe I'm suffering from end-of-vacation depression. The transition from the absence of plans to the over abundance of them. The thought of going back to school would be welcoming, if I wasn't dreading the next two weeks up until exams. I know that the next semester will be really busy, with the musical and IB in general.

Maybe it's the idea that it's Friday night and I have no place to go. I could have gone to youth group, but I feel that lately the leaders aren't there because they want to be, but that they feel obligated to save our souls from the ways of the world. Nothing says "fun" like sitting around with a bunch of unenthusiastic people in their attempts to tell you not to be corrupted by the world. I liked it better when they, you know, befriended us and talked about stuff that was relevant to everyday life.

I should make cookies. Molasses cookies. To numb the stressed dullness that is my life. Damn, this bored depression seems to happen every vacation.
Love,
-J-

Friday, you cruel mistress.

I'm going to the library today to work on some projects. Yeah. My presentation on To Kill A Mockingbird, where I'm suppose to trace Jem's growth and lessons learned through the novel, isn't quite as hard as I originally though, after I got it sorted out. By "sorted out", I mean getting a piece of paper for each age, drawing different sized stickman with an age over it, and scribbling "Events:" on one side and "Lessons:" on the other. Katie and I then each started scanning half of the book to find these events and lessons.

Personally, that book sort of bothers me, because both of the plot lines have a dead end. The books whole purpose seems to be to be controversial. I think the problem is that I was expecting more of it. If I wasn't expecting much of it, I probably would have enjoyed it far more. Grrr. My mind does stupid things.

My walls are now a nice, even shade of green. I figured out that my room isn't a puzzle that only fits together one way, but one of the puzzles that you slide the pieces so there's a gap.

Believe it or not, Christmas break has seemed an eternity long. New Years eve was a week ago. Christmas Eve was two weeks ago. I still have four days, and by the looks of people's facebook statuses, I will be spending it like most other IB kids: doing last minute projects.

Tomorrow I'm going to Fredericton for the day, then hanging out Sam and Katie, and then having some sort of social gathering in Colin's basement with a bunch of people. I'm hesitant to call it a party, because who knows what we could end up doing. Last time it ended up being a dance party, where Sam sat in the fridge for half the time.

I should probably get my stuff ready to go the the library. I should take my camera. Uptown is pretty (but icy) in the winter. I can fit it in with markers, paper, pencil crayons, etc that I find necessary to work on my projects. 
Love,
-J-

Tuesday, right? Keep losing track.

Christmas break is shaping up to be a time where I have a great deal of things to do, but I'm procrastinating as much as usual. Today started with eating leftover Chinese food for breakfast (complete with chop sticks), and I'm thinking of going for a photo walk soon, despite that it's -6 degrees out. It snowed yesterday, so hopefully the snow is still nice and white. It doesn't stay that way for long due to the large amount of pollution floating around my city. Maybe I'll see if some of my friends up for a Star Wars marathon later. It seems like when my friends watch movies, it's either sci-fi or musicals.

I began painting my room yesterday, but the first thing I had to do was move about two thirds of my possessions into a corner of the basement. My room is now very bare, except for my bed, dresser, desk, and bookshelf, but I have a nice corner in the basement filled with everything that makes my room homey. Painting my room is a pain, mostly because of the furniture. It's like one of those puzzles that the pieces only fit together one way, and I'm yet to find that way. I had to put the primer on my walls with my back jammed against a piece of furniture for three and a half of the walls. Hopefully today, when I put the actual paint on the walls, I'll have mastered the awkwardness of painting around the furniture. 

I saw The Voyage of the Dawn Treader yesterday afternoon. It was pretty good, but I haven't read the book so I have no idea how it compares. It was good because neither Disney nor Hollywood got a hold of it. I would definitely recommend it.

I should probably get out of the house today, because other than new years, I haven't seen any friends since last Wednesday, and before then I hadn't seen any friends since the previous Thursday.
Love,
-J-

1/1/11. That's fun to type.

Last night, I welcomed the new year in a seniors hall in Maces Bay (aka the sticks) with cups of sparkling apple cider and my youth group peeps. We then proceeded to welcome the new year further with frozen chinese food and nachos (weird mixture, when you think about).

The New Year's all nighter was probably the most fun I've ever had on New Year's Eve. Sure, I was tired, grumpy, and refused to go sledding in the dark immediately after being told a story about the sliding hill (a) being by what used to be a dump, (b) the bears that used to hang out there, (c) the coyotes and (d) a black panther being spotted there. But overall, it was a fun time. I'm pretty happy that I get to sleep in a bed tonight, as opposed to last night where I slept on the floor. I somehow managed to sleep solid from 3am to 8am, despite the hard floor, the lights on, and Rock Band turned up about ten feet away. I guess a summer in Kenya did me good, as far as being able to sleep in any situation goes.

I have a few New Years resolutions to share:
1) The most boring first: get rid of the holiday weight I've gained. I swear I started stuffing my face on the 25th and haven't stopped yet.
2) Get a better camera and take more pictures.
3) Practice guitar enough that I feel comfortable playing in front of (small groups of) people.
4) Write in my journal every day this year. Ambitious, am I not?
5) Read the Bible, cover to cover, through the year. I think I might be overestimating how much motivation I have.

I have a new writing project underway, but I'm not going to tell you guys about it yet.
Love,
-J-