Shane_Bos
9th July 2005, 10:00 PM
Man, I'm bored. There's nothing to do.
It happens every summer. In April I can't wait for classes to be over. Yes! The promised land of a summer holiday is just beyond my final exams.
A couple of months ago, summer to me was the land of the free. I'd stay out late, sleep late, be late for work, and if I had classes, I would have been late for them also. Yes, for a precious three months I'd be free to a life of tardiness, no, the liberty to do whatever I bloody well feel like doing.
However, about two weeks into every summer holiday, it seems I always find the grass is greener on the other side.
Sure, summer is everything it is promised to be. I have the wide expanse of my city at my feet. Any day job, any party, it seems the whole city is mine for the taking. The problem is that I don't want any of it.
Which brings me back to my first point. There is nothing to do.
I expect that I have some friends out there, fellow students that have more free time than they know what to do with also. If there's one thing I've learned through years of summer holidays it's that misery loves company. As a rough estimate, I think I spent close to half my high school summers sitting in the living room with my friends, repeating every teens fabled words: "Man, there's nothing to do."
Oh well. At least I can content myself with the knowledge that in October, when the weather turns sour and I am overloaded with school work, I will envy myself in July lying around with nothing to do.
It happens every summer. In April I can't wait for classes to be over. Yes! The promised land of a summer holiday is just beyond my final exams.
A couple of months ago, summer to me was the land of the free. I'd stay out late, sleep late, be late for work, and if I had classes, I would have been late for them also. Yes, for a precious three months I'd be free to a life of tardiness, no, the liberty to do whatever I bloody well feel like doing.
However, about two weeks into every summer holiday, it seems I always find the grass is greener on the other side.
Sure, summer is everything it is promised to be. I have the wide expanse of my city at my feet. Any day job, any party, it seems the whole city is mine for the taking. The problem is that I don't want any of it.
Which brings me back to my first point. There is nothing to do.
I expect that I have some friends out there, fellow students that have more free time than they know what to do with also. If there's one thing I've learned through years of summer holidays it's that misery loves company. As a rough estimate, I think I spent close to half my high school summers sitting in the living room with my friends, repeating every teens fabled words: "Man, there's nothing to do."
Oh well. At least I can content myself with the knowledge that in October, when the weather turns sour and I am overloaded with school work, I will envy myself in July lying around with nothing to do.