Death By...Boredom and Rubber Bands?

So I'm sitting here contemplating a certain question: Is it really possible to die of boredom? Because, if it is, I would've died over 736 times (or somewhere around there). I mean, with no car, no license, and no job, boredom comes pretty easily to me. Yeah, I could watch TV but have you seen it lately? Nothing, and I mean nothing is on. It's all reruns, reality TV shows, or infomercials. I even saw that they're actually making a reality show titled "I Survived A Japanese Game Show". My response to this: Seriously? Seriously? Is this what Americans have been reduced to watch? I could also stay on the internet but even that gets old after a while. There's only so many times I can see Tom's photo telling me to make sure this is the real Myspace and not giving out my password. Yeah, like I'm just going to hand it over to the first village idiot who comes along asking for it. "Why yes, you may have my password. Why not take my wallet, credit cards, social security number, and checkbook too!" Maybe I'm just too cynical about life. But when something is dumb I'm going to speak my piece. I even do it when I say dumb things, which is hardly ever (Sense the sarcasm?).
Another thing that's been bugging me lately is the fact that I have to wear these stupid rubber bands on my braces. I'm supposed to wear them every day and night, but like that'll ever happen. I mean would you really want to walk around looking like your mouth had been sewn shut? Didn't think so. At least they'll come off either way before college. Overbite or no overbite.
There's not much on my agenda for today so you folks will most likely be treated to another blog later in the day. Again, please continue reading and leaving comments. They are mucho appreciated.

Spencer