Bored...

Well, this is just what you expect. A writedown of my f*cking boring summerdays... Not that I expect you to be exited to read it, but anyways...

Looking back at my week, pretty much the same way as John did, I can not raster anything that I find specifically interesting. I did of course finish the fourth of Dan Brown's books, and have now begun reading the russian masterpiece "the Idiot" by Fjodor Dostojevskij (a name that mysteriously is spelled Fyodor Dostoevsky in the english language... wierd... ). I did of course play some gold, and waterski. But what else? Well, waking up too early feeling alone. Eating a f*ckin' breakfast with the family. Get out to some lonley island with the boat. Lie in the sun doing nothing, jumping around on rocks and swimming in the water. Yeah... I GET BORED IN LIKE 1 HOUR... And we're out there 'til dinner! Damn!

So, what should I do. Play golf all by myself every day and watch the time vanish? Find some strange interest of mine and give it all my time? Hmm, no... But what about spending hours in a hot bus and have fun with some friends? Awesome I would say. The funny thing is however that I kind of feel that I have to be with my father since I do not meet him too much during the rest of the summer of especially during schooltime. This should however not be something that should make me feel bored about my summer... I think I'd feel much better if I did something I truly enjoyed. Something fun!

Gaah, I do not know what to write now. Feels like this whole post became what it should - a total disaster. Unreadable shit... But I wrote kind of what I wanted to get of my mind, which feels kind of good. And by the way, today has been a sweet day, even though its boringness...