Goodness gracious, I’m bored

I’m forced to realize that whenever I come up to Virginia, if I’m ever left by myself, I’m pretty much bored out of my mind.  My parents have cooler weekend agendas than I do, and if my friends don’t answer beck and call to my spontaneous, out-of-the-blue text messages/calls, then I’m finding myself with absolutely nothing to do.

Amazingly, it was worse in the past when there was no internet access for me to usurp, but at least I had to foresight to bring an old wireless router on one of my previous trips to ensure that I had a wireless access point so I could bitch about in my brog about how boring it can get up here when I have nothing to do.

Sometimes I miss Virginia, sometimes I don’t.

Prior to moving to the WordPress format, I still did some writing, as evidenced on Varentines Day, but didn’t actually post due to the fact that I was in the midst of the transition.

Well, the transition has occurred, and I’ll be the first to admit, that it feels kind of silly that I’m posting rants, brogs, and opinions about events that are now several weeks old, and technically no longer valid.  But the way I see it, I don’t have the heart to delete the words that I chose to write in the first place, and the longer I wait, the more invalid they become.

I wrote the following about three weeks ago, when I was snowed-in at my parents’ house, which was supposed to be a relaxing weekend with the family, celebrating my mom’s birthday.  Instead, Mother Nature decided to take a great huge dump on Virginia, and ironically, this is prior to the so-called “Snowpocalypse.”

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