Complaining

I often find myself complaining....
I have too much homework
I don't have enough
I don't have the time to take a nap
all I have to do is nap
There's nothing to do
I had to much fun last night, so this is my punishment
blah....blah...blah

As you can probably tell, today has been a really boring day.
I went to math, had a review of crap I already know. Drew random things in my notebook. Wrote a few German insults for no reason. Came back here. Rewrote my history notes (that's how bored I was). Ate lunch. Napped. Ate dinner.... boredom!!!! It's absolutely ridiculous.

Part of me honestly believes that I'm punished when I have a fun day. The next day, or days, become sheer boredom. Nothing can grab hold of my attention. I'm left to do nothing but watch the clock tick (hypothetically, since I do not have a real clock) and wish the next day would come and maybe be a little better.

I do have one frustration to talk about though, something that really gets under my skin and makes me want to punch something. I HATE it when my friends judge what I do. It's my life and I have my own boundaries. My boundaries are good and Christian and moral. I'm not going to go do something "slutty" or evil. What really set me off was a friend today at lunch. She sat there judging me the whole time. Telling me what I should and should not have done in a situation. The thing is, she wasn't there. She doesn't know what happened or what didn't happen. (And obviously nothing happened because I'm not like that) I kindly asked her once to stop judging me because I didn't do anything wrong and she just kept on going. By this time I was done eating so I just left and hoped the topic would blow over by dinner time. But of course, I was wrong and she just kept on judging. I don't know what to do because nothing I say satisfies her judgmental self. ...