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bored to the core

I'M BORED!!!!!I have done everything(figuratively):watched TV,listened to a CD twice...ate..checked facebook..orkut..roamed around the house for no particular reason...called mom..went next door..There aren't enough things to do to beat boredom..I am having exams right now..Like always i seem to have a lot of time for everything during exams,not that i have done with revision..I'm too relaxed about it...I don't know why.I'm not the brightest or fastest in class. In fact I'm really slow(in both ways).A simple math problem would have my brains smoking over it for hours.And when someone shows me how to do it I feel stupid and angry at myself.I confess,there are times when everyone seems to have understood something new and i haven't I am on the verge of tears.I get really angry with myself when I don't understand things as easily as others do.Why don't i ever see the straightest and easiest way to things?!?
I came across this phrase "how glorious and painful it is to be an exception". Everyone's an exception in some context .So that's checked.I was thinking about the latter half of the phrase.Seriously!Who thinks up all these?

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