Rendezvous with boredom

How boring is boring?? Or, rather...how boring can boring be?? Guess both questions are the same thing differently phrased. Then why have i typed both of them in this seemingly unwanted and unyielding exrecise to my fingers running across the electronic device used to input such useless blogs into the computer, the keyboard? The answer to this question can be summarised thus: The boring mind is completely aimless and does everything it sees as something to waste, or while away time with. I'm bored, so i'm blogging about boring, and maybe this blog is also boring. Boring, boring, boring. You browse the net for a while, after which it becomes boring. You listen to music, or watch TV for while, maybe more than just awhile, after which it too inevitably becomes boring. I'm bound to get bored after typing a few paragraphs about how boring boring is. Is there a difference between you being bored of something and something boring you?
I'm now bored of thinking something up to write in this post. So i shall stop boring you with nothing other than boring. Bye.