Lost In Transmission

The TV's on and I'm staring at it, the computer's on too - it always is. You see, I just alternate between television ang aimless, pointless bloghopping and general net surfing. I often squeeze a book in too. Sometimes there's the school notebook to read.

Where was I? Oh, the TV's on and I'm staring at it. I'm actually waiting for the next show, and the show after that. Little Britain, and then The Office. I don't even enjoy watching The Office as much but I'm waiting for it. Just because I've nothing to do and I can't go to sleep.

Shite, I'm going to run out of orange marmalade soon. About 4 more breakfasts and 5 midnight snacks and it's done.

*Sigh* I'm always waiting for the next good show. And when it comes on, it's not forever. It's only happy while it lasts. So I wait for another good show after that again. Just so there's something to feel happy about again.

It's always about the next good show.

What happens in between? Bathroom breaks. Marmalade and butter sandwiches. Bloghops. I question things, think of stuff... You know, random stuff. Like wonder how many times I'll ride a jeepney tomorrow or when I'll set foot in a plane again. And I question my future, a lot. It seems to make up the bulk of my idle thoughts.

You see, I'm always waiting for the next good show. And munching on marmalade sandwich in between. And bloghopping...

(American Idol this Wednesday folks :D)