bladez

So once again, I've been bailed on. Which means I'm sitting at home on a saturday night bored out of my fuckin' mind! Because I had other plans originally made, I turned down other offers for tonight, and with her bailing at the last second, it's to late for me to make plans with other people as they're all busy now. The biggest problem with me being this bored is it never goes good places. I either get destructive, or pissed off and violent. Tonight it's to cold to go out wandering around aimlessly looking to see what kind of trouble I get into, so that only leaves destructive. So there's a good chance by the end of the night I'll be bleeding, bruised and/or rather badly burnt. In the past, this level of bordom has led to: blowing up florescent lights, dropping lights from the second floor just to get pictures of them hitting the ground, the creation of small catapults made out of mouse traps, blow guns and darts made with record needles and paper clips, whips made out of duct tape (very effective too!), wristbands and bracelets made out of silverware (which means red hot stainless steel, cuts, black eyes, and severe burns).

So I guess we'll see where I end up tonight, and what new scars I get out of it.