Scout’s Anti-Boredom Potion (One Dose Cures All)

Hey, a little heads up. I just graduated from highschool (I do a little jig here). It’s absolutely liberating. Don’t get me wrong. I feel quite sad about leaving my home outside of home (school, I mean) after 13 years, but the fact that I actually braved through that teenage jungle is amazing. I feel like I should be given a title or something.

For the record,  I graduated on a Saturday, March 28, 2009 at about 6:00 in the evening in our school’s chapel.

And after we made our exit from the chapel, when all my batchmates were breaking down and hugging each other as if someone was dying of salmonella, I did not cry – or so I’ve convinced myself. I dare anyone to challenge that (I can be a total jerk/bad-ass now that I’ve graduated. It’s not like they can take back my diploma or something. Brilliant, no?)

I’m going into the third week of summer vacation and I am positively bored out of my mind. There’s nothing else to look forward to except Facebook (which, let’s face it, is nothing more but a direct consequence of the boredom I will be dying from). I have read and reread all the books I have. I feel like a sack of potatoes, and no one wants any more french fries.

It’s not like I’m not trying. I just finished To Kill a Mockingbird – again – which is a marvelous book but I’m not going to read it another fifty times. The first week after my “apparent” freedom I decided I’d become minutely productive. I was going to take up piano again. I downloaded all the piano pieces I could get my tiny fingers on. Halfway through Alanis Morissette’s Ironic, I chose to start learning John Vesely’s Fall For You. I went as far as the Intro when I realized that my butt was dying on the piano seat. So, I decided to stretch my legs and fingers for a moment or two. Two weeks have passed and I haven’t been in front of the piano since.

I bought a couple of DVDs hoping to have something remotely exciting to do. I watched a couple or so and had a few good laughs, but then suddenly the whole thing lost its touch. I settled on playing guitar to kill time, but I’m not half as good as my brothers, so that died down after a while. I went back to good old regular TV programs, but then flipping channels all day was giving me a tiny embolism. I sought refuge with the scientific breakthrough that is The Internet. I downloaded this and that. I played Mafia Wars in Facebook. I watched a few videos in Youtube. I answered quizzes in Facebook. I thought of making a new layout for my sites, but I never got round to starting. I played Fashion Wars in Facebook. I’m on the verge of marrying Facebook. It’s disgusting.

But then, like an epiphany, it came to me.

I have this excellent idea of making lists. You know, like Books to Read this Summer, Friends to Strike a Conversation With, Food to Stuff Down My Throat, etc. Normal stuff, really.

I’m thinking of making my first list a bit on the scholastic side, because I don’t want to start on the wrong foot and make you think I’m a madcap fool. The thing is: not a lot of people know I’m a bit eccentric, to say the least. I’m trying to be subtle about it. I don’t know if it’s working.

Here’s a toast to summer. I hope it doesn’t kill us all. And I’m not just talking about the heat.

Cheeehrrs.

P.S. Happy Lenten Season to one and all.

P.S. (The Sequel) I’ve finally decided that I’m going to Ateneo for college. You wouldn’t understand, but this is such a great achievement for me to be making decisions like this. Unfortunately (or fortunately for me), I never plan on telling you how I came to this decision. Needless to say, I have a tendency of blocking very painful memories at the point that I’ve become rather exceptional at it.