This poor neglected blog. No one ever updates, no one ever reads said non-existant updates.

It's been a very uneventful week. (No surprise there). But today I am going to B&N with my dopplerganger and what is better than COFFEE, FRIENDS, and BOOKS? Nothing, that's what.

I have a little character at the back of my head that is just SCREAMING to come out but I can't bloody well get him out!!!! Grr. His name is Boggle, he is part of an albino clan known as the Harpreets. The albinos are photo-sensitive, so they can only come out at night. Harpreets are short, barely reaching the noble height of five feet. Their eyes are big and crimson, and their fingers are five inches long and all the same length. So far I have very few named Harpreets. I have Boggle; his friend everyone calls Owl because his eyes are even bigger than most Harpreets' and because he can turn his head all the way around; King Thaseus, who is, no duh, the king; then I have Jhensi who is one of the only female warriors; and at last I have Drugle, who is the king's wizard.

Another thing about Harpreets is that they don't have "male" and "female" they have "hentrib" and "hentriba". Boggle, Owl, Thaseus and Drugle are all hentribs and Jhensi is a hentriba.

I want to write a book about them but I have NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE!!!! I am in love with Boggle and Owl, they are so adorable!

My entire family is bored. And as a result, my siblings play non-stop gamecube and lounge around in their pajamas getting routinely underfoot, and my mom cleans. We're deffinately getting our money's worth of the vacuum cleaner.

I believe hobbies are in order here. My hobby (well I guess it counts as a hobby, it generally keeps me out of trouble) is writing. I talk to my friends, I blog, I read, hey, I even clean my own room occasionally.  *plugs ears with wax to block out obnoxious siblings* My dad's hobby appears to be fiddling around on the computer, but my mom and a few certain *glares over shoulder* younger persons are not so easily occupied.

Maybe they do have hobbies, maybe I'm the pathetic lifeform with no life and can't recognize productivity when it smacks me in the face. But I like my existence, thank you, and prefer for it to remain undisturbed. And when I can't even talk on the PHONE for five minutes without being interrupted, something's gotta change.

I suggest a website. *beam of light f alls from the roof and choir continues a steady, mundane chant as a continue* Where all number of persons can go and find a cure for their boredom, one that is so addictive that you cannot bear to tear away from it without tears and wailings and....

*music halts*

Hold on...we have that, it's called Ebay.

Darn.

*beam of light fades*