This is the life... (sigh)

It's been such a long time since I wrote anything worth reading... I think I'm out of practice...
There's a song for September (Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day), for October (Fall by Bethany Joy Lenz - the first line goes... It's October again leaves are coming down...) and for November (November Rain by Guns 'N Roses)... so it would be kind of a lie to say that this month snuck up on me. It seems to me that I've been waiting for this month to arrive. I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because it precedes a certain month that puts everyone in some kind of funk (worse than September) - December.
'Tis the season... for what, exactly? The controversial holiday - Christmas. I'll be spending mine lying on a hammock on a long stretch of beach with no neighbors in sight. My idea of heaven. I can just picture myself: lying on a hammock, typing pseudo-profound stuff on my laptop, Vienna Teng playing in the background, a mug of steaming coffee nearby, the sound of the waves alternately soothing and beckoning, and probably me going bonkers out of boredom.
Spending time alone used to be my idea of heaven - anywhere. It didn't take a strip of sand (seeing as I grew up in an island) for me to float to some idyllic setting in my head. Nowadays, I'm spending too much time alone that sometimes I forget what it's like to be with other people.
Joy (my housemate) and I are the only ones left in the house. We hardly see each other as her schedule varies. We subsist on deliveries (Wendy's, McDonald's, Jollibee, Greenwish, Pizza Hut - even Rice In A Box). We spend our weekends alternately sleeping and eating. How boring. And yet, we are so used to this that we don't find it boring. We think it's just - life.
It's kind of sad... I mean, here we are: single in the city, with jobs (so we don't mooch from our parents anymore), our own place, no curfew... and yet we stay home on weekends with nothing to do. Short of drinking ourselves silly (no go, Joy beats me in almost every drinking game ever invented), we content ourselves with just lamenting the irony of cable TV: no good shows on weekends.