Slaying Boredom

This was supposed to be a semi-serious blog with insightful-ness and what have you. So do you know what happened? I didn't write anything in it, because apparently, I have nothing insightful to say. You see, I want to eventually become some kind of a writer. But, I foresee this blog becoming a self involved set of ramblings about the different ways I am procrastinating from achieving my dreams.

I have had the worst bout of insomnia lately, its 10:30am and I have not been to sleep yet. Instead of doing anything particularly useful all hours of the night, I have occupied myself with non-stop Buffy marathons. I used to hate that show, not that I ever watched it, I just hated the idea of that show. And the fact that everyone kept comparing it to X-Files (there is nothing that compares) and everyone kept comparing me to Willow. Though in retrospect I can see the similarities. The nerdy red-head with the hot friend, yep that about sums up high school. But seeing as I can't sleep, and netflicks put up all the seasons...well that and I do love Joss Whedon, I thought I may as well check it out. It's super cheesy but I like it, or maybe I like it because its super cheesy. 

Either way, my current form of procrastination comes in the form of a 90s vampire slayer.

As I am only human, chances of me getting into a show depend greatly on the 'is there a guy I can oogle at' factor. And this show definitely has a lot of cuties, though none really my type of cute. I mean, I am not going to go and deny the greatness that is James Marsters' cheek bones, but personally I would go for a smartly dressed librarian over some angsty vampires any day. (providing he was a wee bit younger perhaps)

So until I can start sleeping again, at least I have some relatively mindless fun to get me through the night.