Better Than Sleeping

     It's really late at night right now, but I don't want to go to bed, so I'm writing here again. I'm currently sitting in my cold, dark basement, and the only light is the computer screen. I used to be scared to use the computer this late with all the lights turned out. For some reason, I was always super paranoid that someone was going to spy on me from the window that's behind me. Sometimes I still get nervous, but I know it's silly. Who would spy on someone like me anyway?
     I found some stuff today. I was by this river that's near my house, which I'm going to call Lucy's River even though that's not the real name of it. My blog, my rules, my names. Anyway, I found a licence plate that looked like it was from a boat, and a baseball. I'm more excited about the baseball. I almost didn't see it, because it was so dirty. When I did see it, I decided to pick it up and inspect it. I actually wrote a short story about it, since that's something I like to do in my spare time. I'll type it here.

     She had found the baseball when she was walking by a riverbank. It was just sitting there, yellowed with mud, a sad little thing. Still, an unusual find, and not one she was willing to turn away from.
     She picked the baseball up to inspect it, turning it over in the palm of her hand. Despite the yellow tinge and the bits of brown stuff caked onto parts of it, it was a tough looking baseball. She knew at once that it must be very durable. She sniffed the brown stuff and decided it was dirt. Looking the baseball over, she found three letters written on in in green ink. "IAP," it read. Or was the I really a J?
     It couldn't be a J, she decided, because Js were curved at the bottom, not angled. Anyway, she could see traces of the faded part of the letter I that were still there. So who was IAP?
     She didn't think about it much at first. When she got home, the first thing she did was run to the kitchen sink. She grabbed a sponge, and scrubbed the heck out of the apple-sized ball until all the caked-on grime was gone. As she scrubbed, all the dirt that had made her sniff  the baseball before came off easily. The baseball turned white again as she scrubbed, except for a few spots near the red stitched parts. She decided not to bother anymore with cleaning, so she rinsed off the soap and dried the baseball with a paper towel.

     Sometimes I write stories about myself in third person just for fun. I like writing. This blog is proof of that. My cat is blocking the screen. He just tried to murder my hand. I love my cat, but sometimes he really pisses me off.
     I just realized how easily this blog could be mistaken for some kind of online diary. No, it's not an online diary. I already have a real diary. This is just a hobby. I don't really know how to explain what this blog is to me. It's not exactly a blog, but it's not a diary either. Nobody even reads it, so I could make it my diary if I wanted to, but I don't. The purpose of this blog is to give me something to do when I'm bored, but that's not the blog itself. It's hard to describe what I'm trying to say. These posts are a by-product of this blog doing its job by keeping me occupied and out of boredom's reach. I guess that's the best way to describe it.
     There's not much more to be said on the matter. I bid thee farewell.

I am Incredibly Bored

     I really have nothing better to do at the moment than write on this stupid blog. I'm really REALLY bored right now. Earlier today, I was sitting with my pet cat, petting him. I don't really have much of a life, in case you haven't noticed. I should really get out more. I have friends, but we don't really hang out all that often. I also have a boyfriend, unlike most crazy cat ladies, but today is Tuesday, which isn't really a "see your boyfriend" day. I see him on Fridays. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, we see each other on Saturdays and Sundays too, but that doesn't happen very often. I don't mind it. I make the most of what awesomeness I have. I know nobody's reading this, but just to satisfy my own conscience, I'm going to be using aliases for the people I talk about. We can call my boyfriend K.
     That's not just a half-assed attempt at using an initial as a fake name. I call him K in real life sometimes. It started before we were even together, when I said "Hey K" to call him over. Now it's a thing. He likes it, I think. I actually saw K a couple days ago, last Sunday. We watched Star Trek together, and then we ran around outside for a while.
     I don't know much about Star Trek, but I like it so far. My favorite character is Data, the android. I like how even though he's got so many advantages over us humans, he wants to be more like us. Sometimes I wish I could somehow make it aboard the Enterprise. Not as part of the crew. I would ruin everything in ten seconds flat if I did that. No, I want to be one of the passengers on board. It would be so interesting!
     Another sci-fi show I like is Doctor Who. I'm a little disappointed that the Ponds are gone, but Clara seems promising. I'm really interested in seeing how she's reborn all the time. No spoiler alerts because, and I can't stress this enough, nobody will ever read this!!! If, against all odds, someone is reading this, and if that someone is now pissed at me for ruining that thing about Clara, to you I say, fuck you for not watching the Christmas special!
     I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I was just trying to be funny. This is one of my long posts, since this blog is the only thing standing between me and total annihilation via boredom. I get bored really easily, but this is strangely amusing. For a while. Sometimes, even toiling away on the internet gets too boring. I'm gonna listen to "LOL Limewire" on a loop while I type.
     I found that video a few years back. I was bored, yet again, so I looked up "google I'm feeling lucky tricks" on the internet. One guy suggested I type "lol limewire". I did, and was taken to what is quite possibly the greatest thing on the internet today. It's very addicting. Even this is getting boring now, so I will go seek out entertainment elsewhere.

Until next time, this corner of the internet shall remain untouched!

Nobody Will Read This

     Hello. If you're reading this, congratulations! You are either me from the future, or absolutely NOBODY! I don't know much, but I do know that nobody will read this. I used to make a ton of blogs on here in hopes that someone would discover my weird little corner of the internet. Only people who know me in real life (and my penpal) have ever actually read any of my blogs, though. It follows that I can have this blog all to myself and no one will ever read it! MUAHAHAHAHAAA!!! This is totally pointless, but it kills time. I'll just keep on writing and writing until I get bored of it. Which is right about now. See you, nobody!