What's a bored girl to do?

    

Now that I'm done with my thesis, I'm trying to figure out what the hell to do with my time. (Yeah, I know. I just finished yesterday but I get bored very, very quickly.) This led me to wonder what the hell it was I used to do with my time before I had a thesis to write. Before I was in graduate school. 

Let's see... That would have been two years ago...

Well, for one, I was employed. I was working as an elementary art teacher, so that occupied most of my time. What with all the lesson planning and art show organizing and what not.

I was living in Northern New York in a house with three four five guys. In case you're no good at math, that means there were a total of six of us living in a four bedroom house. Only four of us paid rent.

The fifth frequently put in money for the utilities, which was cool. He often bought food for the house too, which was also cool. Probably because we allowed him to "conduct business" out of our house.

The sixth was always the DD and would drive our drunk asses around at all hours of the night, which was awesome and very convenient. He often bought food for the house as well, which was also awesome and very convenient.

We played a lot of beer bong in the basement and Three Man in the second living room rec room fifth bedroom. There were parties at our house quite frequently, which wasn't always cool. There were also cops showing up at our house quite frequently, which wasn't awesome or convenient. It was funny though, the neighbors would call the cops to our house when there were only two or three of us at the house, and we weren't doing anything wrong, which made our neighbors look like real assholes. The cops hated them. This amused us.

Our lease wasn't renewed, which had less to do with the parties and the cops and more to do with ridiculous zoning codes that forbid more than three non-blood relatives to live in the same housing unit. The neighbors reported our landlords for this violation the day we moved in. Our neighbors were all doctors and college professors. Apparently we weren't welcome in the neighborhood. We stayed for almost a year and then parted ways. 

After that, I moved in with four guys and one two girls. For you math challenged individuals, that would be a total of seven of us in a four bedroom house. A couple of months after that I started graduate school and then all hell broke loose. But that's a story for another day.

So, what was it that I did in my free time? 

I guess a drank a lot. I lounged around on the weekends, hungover, with friends, watching movies and eating greasy food.

Now that I think about it, I guess I didn't really do a whole lot of anything. At least nothing constructive nor productive. I suppose that's why I eventually extricated myself from that way of life.

Now that I live on my own (well, aside from the six other people that live in my house, but they don't count since none of us actually socialize together), I have all this free time to myself. What on earth am I going to do with all this time?

Maybe I'll work on some art. Maybe I'll do some job hunting. Maybe I'll go road tripping and visit far away family and friends. Maybe I'll try making local friends.

Who knows? I guess the possibilities are endless, huh?