I took a couple long road trips recently.
On one trip, I designed what I thought to be an ideal land use plan for a city.
On the other trip, I tried to go through the American Sign Language alphabet to the beat of a song without screwing up or missing a beat. If that happened, I would have to start over. It took about 4 songs to get it right.
I used to do this for sick entertainment a very long time ago when I was about 19 or 20. I would go to the local Kentucky Fried Chicken and take some of the honey packets from the condiment trays. The honey was smeared on the ear piece of the pay phone across the street from my apartment. Then I would go across to my apartment and dial the pay phone and wait for someone to answer it.
So, if anyone remembers getting an earful of honey when they answered a pay phone on Queen Anne Hill, Seattle in 1971, sorry 
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Also, while bored today, I played one game of bop-it xtreme 2 , for 3 hours, my score was freakishly high.
In elementary school, I would make shapes with glue on the inside of my desk.
If I stare at an object long enough, in a certain way, it almost looks like it’s moving…for a second, I actually thought I was moving a pencil with my mind.
I do this too. Usually, I am showing her something cool from modern life, like cars, or the Foo Fighters.
Make up songs to myself and sing them over and over for days.
Throw rags in the pond.
Put a piece of Saran Wrap on the tv screen and use a marker to draw faces on newspersons.
Pretend I have breasts.
Vertical pushups
Try to fly.
Read Betty Crocker’s Cookbook.
You know you only love me for my sickening display of flexibiliy. But okay, sure. How’s late February? 
I’ve done that a time or…six. My record’s 20; after that I lost count and people came over.
I assume they came over to investigate the unnerving thumping noise?
I was going to ask, “does masturbation count?”, but from preceding posts, I can see that it does and, in fact, that many bored practitioners do, too, while they practice relieving their boredom. Count me in as well.
My record is 7. I just can’t compete with you women (but it’s fun trying).
Sometimes I try to imagine the perfect crime. Trying to remember where all your fingerprints might be and making up an alibi and being careful not to deposit any hairs or dead skin cells is much harder than you’d think. It discourages me from actually committing them
-foxy
Nope, I didn’t wake up the neighbors or anything, it was my parents coming home. They’d gone out to pick up my cousin and had gotten something to eat, so I was home by myself for a couple hours…I felt like crap and didn’t have anything to do while they were out, so I resorted to, uh, well, me.
I just remembered: another time I ranked every blemish (zits and scars, etc.) that I had in the order I would like to see them disappear. I took into account visibily factors, ease of concealment, and placement ratios. I went all out.
I memorized every Playboy Playmate from 1977 to the present.
I’ve also tried to perform oral sex on myself. I got so very close. Will have to do more yoga.
I did the masturbation thing too. I got up to around 16 orgasms, and then i started to lose count.
One night me and my boyfriend had a really long romp and I wanted to see how many orgasms he could give me. 9 in 3 hours
I wanna know.
NO, I don’t wanna know.
I have to know.
Where does one find such photos?
Duh. :rolleyes: On the internet.
As for my own height of boredom, I used a branch of geometric theory called topology to develop not one, but two methods for removing a pair of underwear without removing the pants you’re wearing over them, while keeping both the underwear and the pants intact.
Even tried it out once or twice. I wouldn’t reccomend it for anyone, as the first method gives you a hell of a wedgie, and the second method risks strangulation.
I don’t get board very much. But when I had insomnia I counted all the traffic lights on Maui in my head. There were only 50 something then.
When I worked the telephone switchboad at my college in the evening very few call came in. After reading the phone book, I designed a spaceship.
I drew the deck plans, disigned the drive system and wrote several pages about it giveing details and specifications.
Now when I have insomnia I travel in it.
When I’m bored with other people who are just as bored, it’s scary.
One time we decided to make playdough and ended up in a 4 hour/war battle with baracades in my friends kitchen throwing homemade bombs of dough when we were 17. 17!
Me and my friend made up a 10 min song for Bubba the Clown.
One day we want to record it. We made another song for buying funky pants.
I used to spin my globe around and say “Next year, I’m going to live…” and stop my finger somewhere. I would do this for hours. I even catch myself doing it in the store.
Me and a friend made our own version of Twister in the school hallway.
Another time her and I pretended we were sumo-wrestlers and ran back and forth at each other for a good hour.
When I’m at some party and I’m bored out of my face, I take a drink that’s about half full and start mixing different drinks into it, ashes, crumbs, salt, pepper, weed, basically anything I can find and try getting people to drink it. The worst was when my best friend’s little sister drank it and really liked it…that scared me.
In high school when I got bored I’d get excused to go to the restroom, then draw made up advertisements (such as a picture of a giant roach next to a box of cereal with the slogan, “Cockroach Crispies–Snap, Crackle, Squish!”) on the stall door.
I also translated the “Mister Rogers Neighborhood” theme song into Latin.
I have to know more… More specifically, I can’t see how topology relates to this. The problem is that for deformations in topology you assume everything is infinitely stretchable, in which case it’s easy: Just stretch your underwear down one leg, pass it over your foot, repeat for the other side.
Or do you do it by considering the fundamental group of the space, and umm… I’m going to shut up now, before I embarass myself further. The topology of underwear indeed. 
I have a few favorites to do during class:
The first is to measure my pulse rate at a fixed interval and graph it in my notebook.
Secondly, to tally everytime the teacher stands up or sits down while lecturing (seeing as I sit directly in front of him, you can see him thinking about what I possibly could be tallying).
My all-time favorite is attempting to be ambidextrous. It is a lot easier when trying to write the same thing and the same time with both hands. A big challenge when trying to write two different things.
An elementry favorite would be to color the metal pencil holders that ran across either side of the desk storage compartment with Crayola marker. Next, we’d pour white Elmers on it that would dry into a useless, but oh-so-cool, strip of colored dried glue.