Thursday doesn't even start, it's Friday and I'm bored

I'm beginning to regret this post before I even write it. Only because I know one day, in the "not too far, but certainly near" future that I'll look back on this and want to throw up. But that day's not here yet and so I blog.

I miss school.

But not for the reasons you might be thinking of. Sure, absolutely I miss my friends. I miss hanging out with them at the house and the top-chef cookoffs and the dance parties and watching them get drunk off of tequila shots. I miss my boyfriend. A lot. I miss seeing him almost everyday, running into him on the street, studying next to him at the library, and waking up next to him on saturday mornings. I miss my staff. I miss us laughing at nonsense and coming up with silly ideas and venting to each other about work and the things we wish were different. I miss ball state. But what I really miss right now are...*gasp*...classes????

You read that right. I actually miss class. Well, not all of my classes. Actually, now that I think of it, I'm not sure if there are any classes that I really do miss. So allow me to change my phrasing...I miss work. I miss working for my classes. I miss the research and the studying and the writing. I miss that exhausted "when is this ever going to end?!?!" feeling that still brings some amount of satisfaction because I know that I accomplished something that day. Even if it was just completing my spanish homework or taking an hour to study econ, I miss working for my grades. For my school. For my career.

I guess this is the boredom talking. All semester I kept looking forward to this moment, the moment where I'd be at home or in new york, just completely relaxed with all the freedom in the world and time on my side. This moment where I can go lay outside and not worry about the time I'm wasting. Or to accomplish the things that I wanted to do all year but never had time for, like trying a new recipe, re-organizing my room (which I proudly state that I finally accomplished) or making my halloween costume next year (I'm planning on being a Steelers Cheerleader and I need to make my own costume...that or I'm going back to Macy's and buying the hot pink dress I found and going as barbie...obviously I have a lot of time on my hands).

Here I have the time to read all the books I want to read, catch up on all the movies I haven't seen, and more importantly do some more writing. Like real writing. As in researching and interviewing and drafting and talking to editors and actually getting published. THAT is what my summer is suppose to be about.

And yet here I am. Bored. Counting down the days til England. Missing Ball State. And actually wishing I had class.

My my, how my outlook on life changes when boredom presents itself. Today is Friday and it hasn't even phased me, because for me, everyday is Friday! Which is awesome. And yet...terribly boring.

When do I leave for england again?