While being bored is something that I am accustomed to, it gets boring after a while.

   Really. It does. The lack of something exciting is really frustrating. Nothing exciting happens (well... something rather interesting happened yesterday) - most of the time, what happens is just something that is annoying that it even pushes me further into the throes of ennui. I hate being bored. It's so... boring. It's making me weary.

   While I can go on and on about the philosophical thoughts I have regarding boredom, I will not. Because I will discuss about boredom and then it will (perhaps) bore me and it will bore you.

   Sometimes, I get the feeling that I am thinking of some things too much that I miss on the "exciting" things in life. There really isn't anything that interests me in the moment. I hate most of my classes this semester. They're all rather... disgusting. Then maybe again, "hate" is a rather strong word. But still. Except, of course, for my class on thesis proposal, which isn't much of a class at all, given that it has so many writing breaks (that's why it's called thesis proposal, huh). But I sort of like it, though.

   Nothing can actually compare to the semester when I took up Contemporary Philosophy, History of Modern Europe, BLL 104 and Soc Sci II. It was, in many ways, the best semester I ever had.

   Well, let me bring things back to the present. Things are mostly boring, if not annoying. Really, really annoying.