I have too much time on my hands, so here's another one:


You are ALVY SINGER. You would never wanna belong
to any club that would have someone like you
for a member, and you're into garbage, that's
your thing.


Which Woody Allen are you?
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like most pop culture quizzes, the answers are obvious. but how could I not take it? and I was honest...


You are Angela Chase. You blend in to everything
and you're sick of it. You distance yourself
from the old ways in order to find your
"new" identity. You want to be
noticed, especially by a certain someone. Hey,
we all struggle during adolescence...


Which My So-Called Life character are you?
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I've always prided myself on my inability to bore easily. "I get restless," I've been known to say, "but not bored." and it's true that my quirky brain is pretty good at amusing itself when external stimuli fail.

however, in recent days I've started to believe that it's a case of not seeing the forest for the trees. I admit it. I'm bored. not on a momentary level, but bored with the whole shebang.

I'd do something about it if I could figure out why. contrary to popular belief, my job isn't boring. greensboro isn't boring; I enjoy tooling around it in my very not-boring roadster. my friends certainly aren't boring. in fact, with my recently burgeoning social existence you'd think I'd be much more interested in life these days. nope. bored.

is it because I'm single? well, here's where I fess up and say that I have once again been consulting the online personals services. I've had considerable luck getting cyber hit-on, and have done a bit of correspondence with potential dating candidates.

guys bore me too.

I could chalk it up to being intrinsically boring myself, although I've been assured (and by fairly interesting people) that that's not the case. I mean, not that they'd tell me otherwise, but still.

granted, life could suddenly get interesting. I could break my leg. 4109 could fall into a sinkhole. martians could land, resurrect the body of balboa, and have him claim luke wilson's nose for spain. these things would be bad, and boredom is certainly preferable to them.

still.

if you're still reading this, I'll bet you're bored. I'll write again when something interesting happens.

mmm hmm.

man, tonight was so weird.

there was a lady in a bridal gown impersonating a rockette. there was a man yelling out "DIRTY SANCHEZ!" there was a fella wearing corduroys and a feather boa (and little else).

I took a tour of a half-renovated house. I ate cheese fries. I got a random guy's phone number. I slipped and fell down the hill in front of my apartment.

you know, hanging out with hannah is proving to be very, very interesting.

God bless her.