Codename: Boredom

hellow dear children
i am going to explode. if anyone knows me at all (not that a lot of people do, but if you happen to be one of those few... then you know)- i am not the kind of person that can be locked up in a house alone for many hours with nothing to do. sure, the first 5 minutes are very relaxing... but then i start to let my imagination take over. this, i like to call "first child syndrome". when the eldest child is forced to fend for his/herself while the parents play with the youngest child, whom you are not allowed to touch because you'll break her, then you have to rely on other methods of entertainment. some kids go bad during these stages. some, however (like myself), become denizens in their own imagination. yes, this is fun... but it is extremely dangerous. it makes everything in your life that ever happens fall short of your grand expectations. EVERYTHING looks better in my head. and it sucks, but i cannot for the LIFE OF ME figure out how to share my thoughts cohesively with the people around me. if they could just look inside my head for even a SECOND i feel that would make all the difference.
so where was i going with this rant?
oh yeah, why the hell am i stuck inside my house when i could be traveling the world and going on adventures like my father, who doesn't even appreciate it the way i would!?
and my parents wonder why i want to go far, FAR away for college...
i am going to explode if nothing happens... because if nothing happens, then i must make something happen...
and that would be
the
explosion.