bo-ring, v. boring vacation

i'll admit it. i am an infinitely boring person.

due to the growing paunch in my midsection due to non-stop eating and sleeping, i have no desire to go to the beach. due to financial difficulties brought about by car insurance, car registration, and car payments, i have withdrawn myself from the parlor, the mall, and other equally interesting places. and due to the fact that i live at my parents house where electricity, cable, and the phone are still free commodities to be partaken of by everyone, i've been stuck at home.

at first, staying at home was quite interesting. i can roll out of bed at any given time. i can wake up to the pilot's first-thing-in-the-morning call and fall back asleep. i can watch as much fear factor as my stomach can take. i completed a series they did on extra challenge. i actually watch the news from start to end. i don't have to wait for sunday for my weekly dose of csi. i actually know who's on american idol. and i actually have a favorite star struck kids contender.

and since the summer started off with a new relationship, there were lots of things to do too at the beginning. there were movies to watch, restaurants
to go to, dates to dress up for, and even sitting together watching bad television was something to look forward to.

but then, the heat gets to you.

or you both run out of money.

or the novelty of watching jasmine trias' flower wears off.

whatever.

summer begins to get boring.

yesterday it got so boring that i picked not one but two fights in one day. the second one involved me being very pissed over the cable dying on me,
the phone line being used by my brother, and having absolutely nothing to do.

but the summer gods have a way of being nice. a good friend with a car who was equally bored + patching things up with the pilot + bringing your two
favorite guys together in one place + chicken sisig which had more green and red pepper than chicken - bad restaurant service + them bugging you
about the second loss that the lakers experienced + a 13-year-old girl (or at least she looked like it) who was pregnant + halo-halo with milk that tasted
like watered-down condensed milk + laughing + sharing + bonding = a realization that summer is still a good thing after all.