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September 30th 2008 11:18
Wow, here it is, another day gone, all thanks to the holidays.
Now, I'm a lazy kind of guy, I enjoy days off, afternoons off and just about any excuse not to do any form of work and focus on things I actually want to do. So, when it comes time to embark upon the holiday season I begin it with great anticipation, nigh on giddiness (I am not usually one to become 'giddy' at anything).
What initially greets me is what appears to be an endless field of luscious grass, crowned by a perfect blue sky, a soft cool breeze blowing, a tree to sit in the shade of and forever to spend there. Under closer inspection, the grass is full of landmines, the tree is in fact made of plastic, and as nice as the sun appears it always shines that bit too brightly and uncomfortably warm.
Essentially what I am attempting to convey is that the holidays get boring, so mind numbingly dull, even when you are supposed to be studying for end of year exams *looks guilty*. The only things that brighten up my days of solitude are the rare occasions when friends contact me, and I grasp at these lifelines, desperate for human contact, because I tell you, there is nothing worse than being home alone and having nothing definitive to do, you end up wasting vast tracts of time.
In a perfect world, perfect at least, in comparison to the world of school and constant pressure to do something for someone else, under of course the guise of doing things for yourself; *ahem* (that is a rant for another day) as I was saying in a perfect world, your friends would not be busy studying or doing things that kept them busy and so you (I) would be able to enjoy the company of these fine fellows far more.
In a circular motion we come back to the origin of this post, the utter mundane dullness that is represented by the holidays. It is almost certainly different for people who aren't me (cough, Rory, cough) who attend many functions 'because they have to', lucky bastards.
Ed
Now, I'm a lazy kind of guy, I enjoy days off, afternoons off and just about any excuse not to do any form of work and focus on things I actually want to do. So, when it comes time to embark upon the holiday season I begin it with great anticipation, nigh on giddiness (I am not usually one to become 'giddy' at anything).
What initially greets me is what appears to be an endless field of luscious grass, crowned by a perfect blue sky, a soft cool breeze blowing, a tree to sit in the shade of and forever to spend there. Under closer inspection, the grass is full of landmines, the tree is in fact made of plastic, and as nice as the sun appears it always shines that bit too brightly and uncomfortably warm.
Essentially what I am attempting to convey is that the holidays get boring, so mind numbingly dull, even when you are supposed to be studying for end of year exams *looks guilty*. The only things that brighten up my days of solitude are the rare occasions when friends contact me, and I grasp at these lifelines, desperate for human contact, because I tell you, there is nothing worse than being home alone and having nothing definitive to do, you end up wasting vast tracts of time.
In a perfect world, perfect at least, in comparison to the world of school and constant pressure to do something for someone else, under of course the guise of doing things for yourself; *ahem* (that is a rant for another day) as I was saying in a perfect world, your friends would not be busy studying or doing things that kept them busy and so you (I) would be able to enjoy the company of these fine fellows far more.
In a circular motion we come back to the origin of this post, the utter mundane dullness that is represented by the holidays. It is almost certainly different for people who aren't me (cough, Rory, cough) who attend many functions 'because they have to', lucky bastards.
Ed
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