A Post For Glee

I'm going to attempt to actually write a blog post as if it were actually a blog by blog standards. Do blogs have standards? Apparently not based on a few (hundred) of the blogs I've read. Discluding, of course, Dee's and Jenn's. So, I'm supposed to write about my life, right? I'm possibly, probably doing this wrong. Okay, I'll write about what I'm doing at the moment. Here it goes.
I'm doing absolutely nothing of any value. I'm listening to the Official Glee Soundtrack. I've been listening to sad songs all day because I'm fucking sad. As it happens, sad songs didn't resolve my predicament. So, I figured, what's happy? Glee, right? It's called Glee, for Chris'sakes. I was wrong. Half of the songs are pleasant enough. A few of 'em are even nearly ecstatic. However, the other fifty percent of the songs are fucking depressing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed ( rather, I'm bored and lonely) and I like Glee as much as the next teenage girl. I watched my fair share of episodes on Wednesday evenings. And I was momentarily disappointed by the hiatus. Nevertheless, there are shows that I expect to have emotional lows on occasion but to remain fairly statically high. I was under the misconception that Glee was one of those shows. Boy was I wrong.
So I'm sitting here listening to fucking sad songs.
Anyway, the reason I'm sitting in my parents' house, alone, on the computer on a mothafuckin' Saturday night is simple enough. First of all, my whole, entire family is in Montreal for two weeks. Secondly, my boyfriend is in Fredericton visiting *our* friends. Without me? Yes, without me. Goddammit. I obviously cannot resent him for it. It's his birthday weekend and I was previously scheduled to work yesterday and tomorrow.
I don't have any friends in particular in Moncton. At least, not any friends who I spend time with on a regular basis (AKA at all). I do have a new friend, Dee, or someone with the potential to be a friend, I'd reckon. We have several mutual friends so, sometime recently, I added her on Facebook. We've been inbox messaging and, as it happens, have quite a bit in common. Score. However, our half-hearted attempts at making plans have all failed at this point. Therefore, I remain, sitting at my parents' computer.
The internet's been a good friend of late. There is never a shortage of fucking insane shit to discover. Although, I must admit, it's been lacking the shock value of the past. I added four Facebook applications last night. Conformity seemed like a popular method of escape from boredom and loneliness. Well, apparently not. It would seem as though even the people who look as though they're doing something acceptable with their time are as bored as shit because these applications do little more (understatement) than waste time. Then again, what the fuck else is there? I can't be social and I can't be anti-social. There's no winning, it would seem. I'd reckon the people spending their days (and particularly their nights) smoking crack in their basements are the ones with the right idea. Because then at least there is the presence of something to feel like something important. That statement made no sense but fuck it, this is a blog, nothing is required to make a whole lot of sense. What I meant was that those with addictions don't suffer from boredom in the same way as those without physical vices.
Anyway, I'm gonna go outside and chain smoke in an attempt to trick my mind into thinking I'm doing something important. Wish me luck.
Happy birthday, Matthew.

-1991kmh