Ceiling watching
Jun 3, 2008 18:28:12 GMT -5
Post by James Newton on Jun 3, 2008 18:28:12 GMT -5
James walked into his dorm room and dropped his bag just off to the side of the door. He walked to the desk and put down his cell phone. He snatched up the book that was on it and looked at it blankly. He didn't really know if he felt like reading. He was just sort of bored. He put the book in his left hand and looked at his computer. He didn't really know if he wanted to get online either. He sighed as he stood there in confusion. He didn't really feel like doing anything but he didn't feel like doing nothing either. He looked out the window as the sun shone brightly. He could go outside and socialize. He looked out his open door and decided he didn't want to walk all the way down the stairs. He shrugged as he sat down at his desk. He read the first page of the book and decided that it was not what he wanted to do.
He walked over to his art area and looked at the canvas. It was blank and oddly enough it stayed that way. Normally inspiration hit him when he was staring at a white canvas, but that was not today. He glared at the white paper angry he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do. He knew that it had something to do with the lack of communication since he got to school. Normally he had talked to about a million of his friends by now, but this year he just didn't have it in him. He looked around his room and decided that not having a room mate might have something to do with his lonely mood. James was not used to alone time. At home he had his sister, brother, parents, and nannies all wanting to spend time with him. Here in this lonely room he missed all the noise that normally annoyed him. He sighed loudly.
He flopped on his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was one of those stares that didn't come with any thoughts. He was just kind of lying there waiting for the time to pass. He really didn't have anything to do, so he could afford this small easy way of wasting normally packed time. He saw some of the shapes in the ceiling and finding them was entertaining. He liked finding patterns and such in things you wouldn't think had them. The room painters had most of the brush strokes covered up really well and smooth. While James looked for the shapes they started to pop up in places he might not have noticed before. He was truly that bored with his life at the moment that he was watching the ceiling waiting for more shapes and patterns to pop up. It was quite pathetic. From the open doorway it might look like he was thinking, but he wasn't.
He walked over to his art area and looked at the canvas. It was blank and oddly enough it stayed that way. Normally inspiration hit him when he was staring at a white canvas, but that was not today. He glared at the white paper angry he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do. He knew that it had something to do with the lack of communication since he got to school. Normally he had talked to about a million of his friends by now, but this year he just didn't have it in him. He looked around his room and decided that not having a room mate might have something to do with his lonely mood. James was not used to alone time. At home he had his sister, brother, parents, and nannies all wanting to spend time with him. Here in this lonely room he missed all the noise that normally annoyed him. He sighed loudly.
He flopped on his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was one of those stares that didn't come with any thoughts. He was just kind of lying there waiting for the time to pass. He really didn't have anything to do, so he could afford this small easy way of wasting normally packed time. He saw some of the shapes in the ceiling and finding them was entertaining. He liked finding patterns and such in things you wouldn't think had them. The room painters had most of the brush strokes covered up really well and smooth. While James looked for the shapes they started to pop up in places he might not have noticed before. He was truly that bored with his life at the moment that he was watching the ceiling waiting for more shapes and patterns to pop up. It was quite pathetic. From the open doorway it might look like he was thinking, but he wasn't.