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26 September 2001 @ 05:33 pm
One and One Half Hours  
This week's topic is:
What's your favorite way to spend your free time? Do you have enough free time in your life, or are you too busy with other things?

How silly that question sounds. As if free time exists anymore.
I don't have free time. There's 24 hours in a day, right? I spend about five of those sleeping. (19 hours left) Seven of those hours are spent at school, so that's half the day gone. (12 hours left) In the morning I spend an hour eating breakfast and showering and doing my usual morning preparation, and 45 minutes getting to school via the public transportaiton method. I usually have about 10-15 minutes "free time" that must be sent hauling ass from one end of the school to the other, doing ASB work or hunting another student down. X_X (I'm down to 10 hours.)
After school, 15 minutes to an hour must be delegated to somehow getting home again. Take out half an hour for dinner. An hour for the Internet. Because I spend an hour watching The Simpsons and some other sitcom (varies from day to day) I am now sliding down to about 6.5 hours left to fill. Add three hours for homework, and an hour for phone calls. An hour for Primetime shows like Smallville, Roswell, and Enterprise. That leaves me with an hour and a half of free time, which is usally spent reading or writing. But as I'm soon to get a job, I figure my spare time's going to be snapped up like *that.*
Yesterday when I skipped school (^_^) I figured out that lots of free time was a beautiful thing, and that I would spend most of that time producing something creative. But as everything stands now, there just isn't enough time in the day for everything I want to do.
Or, more accurately, there isn't enough time in one hour and a half for everything I want to do. X_X

~*~

My brother just came home. He opened the door, slammed it, and stomped into the living room with this really intense expression on his face. He very forcefully slammed his backpack down.
"Dude, are you pissed off at someone or what?" I asked.
He continues to step very loudly and shouts, "NO - I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!" He then stomps off towards the bathroom. That was several minutes ago and I'm still in hysterics, a fact that is not helped by the fact that he just went into the kitchen and came out drinking one soda and carrying another one in his pocket.