So I’m really bored and I have a lot of time to kill. And now I’m sitting here trying to think of something I hate more than being bored. Lo! and behold! There is nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is quite possibly no single thing I hate more than crippling boredom. I mean really. It fucking sucks. What do other people do when they’re bored?

                I have 2½ hours until I need to get ready for work. And so until then… fuck. Okay. Hobbies, Kareline. Think of your hobbies. What did you used to do? That train of thought isn’t going to get me very far, I don’t think… considering my hobbies exist in spurts of obsessive temporary hyperfocus. Let’s see… One time I spent like 3 days cross-stitching, before I switched to needlepoint. Then there was that one time where I decided to design my own radio. And then that other time when I became extremely fascinated by Rube-Goldberg machines, and so I spent a retarded amount of time designing elaborate blueprints for incredibly EPIC machines. Those were actually pretty cool. So cool, in fact, that my teacher and I decided to teach a class on them. This was back in 11th grade, by the way. All the students paired up-after I taught a lecture on practical history of the 6 classical simple machines as defined by Renaissance era scientists (the lever, pulley, wheel and axel, inclined plane, wedge and screw, respectively)-and built their own independently designed machines. Naturally, I was the only one to fail the assignment… FOR THE CLASS I FUCKING PUT TOGETHER AND TAUGHT.

                 But whatever. I got over it.

                That wasn’t my first time teaching a group of my peers… because of my “obsessive temporary hyperfocus,” as it were, whenever something interests me, I will typically dedicate myself to that one particular field of knowledge until I’ve acquired AS MUCH information as humanly possible. At one time I was intrigued by rocket science. I designed my own internal combustion engine. Of course I never built it, and it’s not like I actually understood what the fuck I was doing… but the point wasn’t so much about building it, as rather more of just a “creative outlet.”