Bored.

I'm looking forward to Sunday--I'll have my braces off (on Thursday) and I'll be on my way to Ohio with my brother and a bunch of near-strangers. Huzzah! I'll be going somewhere different.

I just wanna get out of here. I don't really and honestly care where I go. I just wanna be out of here, around new people, seeing new places. I've been here for the past fifteen out of almost-nineteen years--I'm BORED with being here!

Being out on the road helps renew me. If I'm inside for more than a few hours, I start getting depressed and lonely and bored. No bueno. I prefer to wander along the road for hours, waving at the drivers who go past, chatting with the little old ladies out to get their mail, seeing the strange things one sees when one slows down...

...like last week, when I went on a walk to the next town up the road. About eight miles from here. I saw a house with a Jolly Roger flag flying--half-staff and upside-down. I have no bloody clue WHY it was that way, but I found it funny and spent a good few minutes giggling at the sight of it before moving on.