Being Shallow

After reading my Quarterlife Crisis blog, my friend Scott told me that I'm thinking to much about my life and suggested that I try being shallow for a while. Let me tell you, that is a lot harder than it sounds. Especially since I have nothing to do but sit around and think. My job, at first glance might seem marginally challenging. I mean seriously, we're talking about teenage girls with serious behavioral problems. But no, I spend a majority of my time filling out stupid paper work and watching the girls watch tv. Let me tell you, eight hours of watching them do homework, walk, and clean is not using even 1% of my brain power. The maybe fifteen minutes of processing with one of them is not nearly worth the seven hours and forty-five minutes of mind numbing boring me to deathness. So, I think all day because what else am I supposed to do? Then, I come home to an apartment with roommates who hardly talk to me because lets face it- I never learned Mandarin. This is followed by sleeping for way longer than any person ever needs to because I don't really have anything to wake up for. When I do finally wake up, I have the choice of watching tv or studying for the GRE, neither of which is particularly appealing. So, I spend some more time thinking. I have a very active imagination and all this thinking leads to me worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine. I'm not like depressed or anything. I'm just bored. REALLY, REALLY bored. I even volunteer, fulfill my calling, and go to the family history library once a week and I'm still bored. I need to find something that will use a portion of my brain and keep me occupied so I don't have time to think about my life and myself. I really miss school. And I miss my family. And I miss having friends. I'm starting to think Provo was a bad idea. But at the same time, I don't want to be that girl who always goes home when things aren't going my way. I mean Provo is really pretty, but I kind of hate it here. I'm a people person, in case you haven't noticed and almost all of my favorite people are at least two hours south of here. I'm really home sick. Why am I a five year old?