| Well, summer is just around the corner, and I, like everyone else, am dying in anticipation. All I can think about is going to the beach, going on trips, swimming, surfing, water skiing, parties, parties, more parties, and the opposite sex. Unfortunatley it isn't summer. What now? I can do very few of the things that plague my mind at the moment, and nothing else quite adds up. So I sit. Tired of television, I try to read a book. That one sucks, so I try another. It too cannot distract me from my lack of physical activity. I call some friends, but they're all busy or have nothing interesting to say. What about the internet? Games? Chatting? Message boards? No, no, and no. Just more reminders that "summer is on the way." Well, alright, it's time to create. So I sit down with a pen and paper not sure what I'm going to do with either. Writing is something I do fairly well. I start to write a song... it soon becomes a waste of paper about my boredom, or what I want to do later. Next up: Drawing. So I start to draw a person. Design is one of my favorite things so I move to the body. What does this person end up wearing? A swimsuit. Not just any swimsuit, but also not one of my own designs. It's the one I bought last week while I was out to buy jeans, which I didn't get. My creativity is shot for the night, I think. I'm still bored though, so I go into the bathroom and start to put on makeup, even though I'm not going anywhere, and I rarely where it out of the house anyway. I quickly discover that teal-glitter eye shadow looks very cool on me. In a futuristic sort of way. My hair soon looks drab in comparison, so I move to it. I put every product on the counter in it and clip pieces here and there and everywhere. Not bad. The clothes I have on are a hoody and jeans: definitely not the look I'm going for. So I go upstairs and put on a dress I haven't worn in a year. It's this little purple number, fitting with straps, just to the knees. Kind of shiny, but not like satin. I totally dig this and I pull out my camera. I take a bunch of pictures of myself. One at the mirror, others in different places around the house. When I upload them I find that I am quite the photographer. Having never taken a photography class, I'm impressed with myself. I print the photos out, make a collage and stick it on my wall. Hmm, maybe boredom does spawn creativity, afterall. |
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