I’m sitting in the library in College, bored shitfitless. I suppose its my own fault really.
You see, I only had three lectures today but I didn’t go to any of them. Why? Because naturally I had more important things to do (and of these more important things I have done none so far). This does lead me to pondour the nature of man(namely this man who has such a disproportionate number of ideas relative to my level of self-motivation) and plan my next move in the hope of salvaging something from this utter non-event of a day.
Two O’clock is fast approaching. When it gets to six O’clock I can justifiably go to the pub. But if nothing were to happen between now and then I’d be very dissappointed, not only in myself but, in a modern Ireland where there simply isn’t much else to do.
I’m a creative person, surely I can think of better ways to fill my time than computer games, drinking and reading. Actually, at the moment I am sort of half-heartedly making eyes with the pretty asian girl sitting accross from me but its not going to lead to anything so I doesn’t really count( except as ego buffing).
What to do, oh, what to do. I could go out and buy supplies for the photography project I’m supposed to have due. Better still, I could sit down with a pen and paper and try to work out how I’m gonna shoot the bleedin’thing!
I could call a girl I like. Theres no real excuse for not doing that but I’m not in the mood today.
I could write to my blog, I guess. Haven’t done that in a while……. oh wait
I could strike up a conversation with that hobo I’ve been meaning to talk to, and exploitatively planning to interview. I should do that soon before he disappears shoots up or dies. The guys an artist, he sits on the corner that links Stephens Green to Harcourt street in the mornings and paints on A4 sheets. I don’t have the courage to approach him yet though.
I could start writing that novel/play/film or any of the other half-baked ideas I’ve got floating around. The only problem is that they all seem a bit distant lately and are therefore a pain in the tits to get started on.
Might look for a job(Ha! good luck!)
Something that would be really useful would be to do some training for the Dublin Marathon which is in October. I’m hopelessly unfit and it may kill me if I don’t get down and do some work soon. Again, I don’t think today is the day to start
Either way, I’m hungry and Subway beckons. Hopefully, I’ll bump into someone I know and won’t end up in the pub. In an ideal world maybe
