B.O.R.E.D.

Being bored is pretty much the story of my life. Being bored to death will probably be the last chapter... and at the moment, it feels that may come sooner than later. It's Friday at midnight, and I'm up at college where there's NEVER a dull moment... except right now? I'm all alone... in my room... I've just finished a level of Rollercoaster Tycoon... I've finished off my bag of liccorice bites... Michelle's probably out having a ball on her date... did I mention it's the weekend? Yeah. So I thought I'd write a lame little (oh, what do you call these things!!?) anagram (?) to show you just how bored I am of being bored. Here it goes... and remember, I've been sitting here on my butt doing NOTHING for the past two hours...

B. Brooke is really bored. Bored Brooke. Boring. Next.

O. Oh my gosh. Am I still doing nothing? Holy mother of Pearl.

R. Really? No, really... come save me! "Somebody Saaaaaaaaaave Meeeeee! I don't care how you do it-- Just Saaaaaaaavve Meeeeee!" And now I'm singing to myself.

E. Eggplant is a weird word. How on earth can an egg be a plant?

D. Duh.

Don't all rush to your telephones at once to give me a call and save me from this nothingness... Or do. Whatever. Take your sweet time, peeps. Bread crumbs mi amigo. Hasta.

UPDATE: Tis not an anagram... tis an ACRONYM. Thanks, Britto! I owe ya one!