Sunday Night Boredom

Wow. It's Sunday night, Superbowl Sunday at that, and I am bored out of my gourd!! The two shows I like to indulge myself with on Sunday nights (Extreme Home Makeover and Desperate Housewives) were both re-runs and I have absolutely NO interest in watching the biggest football game of the year.... or any football game of the year for that matter. So, that leaves me with pretty much nothing to do. I even spent a few hours this evening cleaning up my room and began packing for the fact that I will eventually move out of my parents house and into my own place (hopefully sooner than later). That really puts this boredom thing into perspective, doesn't it?! :-)

So, later this week I am driving to Iowa. I kinda feel like I was just there. Actually, I kinda was just there. I wish there was some way I could get there without having to drive the 10 hours. Like some sort of tele-transporter where I could just blink and be where I want to go. I mean, I don't mind driving at all, but it's expensive and I just did it like a month ago. Hopefully, I'll be moving closer pretty soon so the 10 hour drive will be substantially shorter!! Anyway, the band I was in last year was asked to play again at my college. Last year we were given the opportunity to open for a pretty well-known Christian rock band. This year we're co-headlining a show with some other local group. I've heard they are pretty hardcore, so I think we'll stick with the softer worship stuff. We're better at that anyway. Well, at least I am ;)

So... Valentine's Day. Two words that can strike a nerve with those who find themselves unattached come February 14th. Even though I've only been on the "attached" side of the equation twice during Valentine's Day, I've never really been one to get all uptight and crazy about it. Granted, I've never 100% embraced my singleness either, but... it's just not something that I think about all that often. Or at least not something that I've ever spent a lot of time worrying about. However, I currently have a part time job at the local Hallmark store. Now, during this season of happy hearts, that could be reason enough to make me want to carve out my pupils with a box cutter, but combine that with friends who are in awesome relationships and a recent shove off of the highdive into the pool of unrequited love.... it should pretty much leave me as a melted blob of loneliness. I'm happy to report that I am none of the above (melted, blobby, or lonely... that is). I'm sure I will write some other long-winded expose (accent over the last e) about my thoughts and feelings on Valentine's day later this week. For know, though, I'm going to find something delightfully mind-numbing to watch and head to bed.

Goodnight friends,
Tempa