bored

i'm lying in my bed, bored out of my mind on sunday afternoon. i'm tired, but i can't fall asleep, so i guess i'll post, since i haven't done it in a bit.
i feel as though i should be doing work, but i really don't have anything i need to do. such is the life of a underachieving philosophy major. i almost wish i did have something to do, a paper to write or something. actually, what i really wish is that i was done with school. i have barely more than a month left, and i can't take it. i can't wait to get back home, with no school, no grades, nothing to worry about except going to work on time. lots of friends around to hang out with, the ability to get around to different places (aka a car), my own bed, i miss it all. particularly the bed part. my room at home is a cave. seriously. i'm in the back corner of the basement, with a tiny little window that i cover up, so when i don't have lights on, it's pitch dark. truly, if i don't look at a clock, i can't tell what time it is. there have been days where i sleep right through the sunlight, and get up when it's night again. it's heaven. it's not good for my social life or something, but i could spend all day in there, never leaving my bed.