Hi, my name is Lil and I'm a bored-o-holic

Andru has encouraged me to post another blog entry today to save me from my boredom. I think he also just wants something new to read to save him from his boredom.

This boredom is oddly enough, gonna make me broke soon. Once I've exhausted everything I had energy to muster up to do today (i.e. read, crossword, clean, attempt to make homemade iced tea), there's nothing like satisfying the urge to buy something and obtaining something new to fill a void. If only but temporary.

Whenever I leave the house these days, I always seem to come home with something purchased. Just yesterday on my trip to the library, I managed to come home with a new bra!

Sometimes I don't even have to leave the comfort of my chair! Good ol' eBay. I haven't bought anything from there as of late but I do remember that gratifying feeling when I've bid on something and then the page comes up, "You are currently the highest bidder". And then the climax of the whole experience when you've receieved the email that "you have won the bid". *click* "Pay Now" *click* Aaaaaaaaah.

As of now, I'm currently witholding my bidding finger from purchasing a "much needed" white hobo bag. A few things are holding me back from clicking away: conflicting opinions of the bag from a guy (Andru) and a 12-year old (Tina), and my prospects of going to yet another sample sale this weekend so I'll need the money.

I wouldn't say I'm addicted to buying (I swear, I can stop whenever I want!) but it's just the sheer boredom of my days that have driven me to this (I think this is how housewives become alcoholics). I don't believe I have an addictive nature, but I've come to the realization that I need to find something else to do that won't tempt me to give up on it before I retreat to the warm glow of my computer monitor and eBay.

I suppose even the most independent natures need something to be dependent on as some sort of comfort. Whether it be yoga or working on a car, anything that isn't too self-destructive and dibilitating on the wallet is good and almost 'therapeutic'.

I think this is what they call a "hobby"?

P.S. In case you're wondering, there is progress on my job search. Yesterday a financial advisor called me because she was referred by a lawyer, looking for an assistant. I expect to hear from her tomorrow.