Minty Freshness... Minty Staleness

Don't you love that minty-fresh taste of toothpaste after you've tended to your dental hygiene needs? Don't you love the feel of cool below-room-temperature water when you're taking a shower - or a bath? (OK, I like the cold... hehe...) Don't you love the feel of a healthy breeze blowing in your general direction but not directly at you (though I wouldn't mind that)? Don't you love sleeping in bed surrounded by objects that love and cuddle you (referring to the pillows and blankies)? Don't you love the happy, content, and accomplished feeling that you get after you've finished a good book? Don't you hate it when a good book leaves you hanging and you have to wait until the next one comes out? Don't you hate the fact that you always have to wait? Don't you hate how certain people with the last name of Burnham are so frustrating - nice one moment, impossible the next?

Well, I've realised something. Life is so... predictable. Not detail-wise, but general-wise. It's so... dull. Needs a bit of spice. Almost everything's unsatiable. You've got one thing that you've wanted, but you always want some other thing after that has been fulfilled. The want is unbearable. For me, it's books. Others, you laugh at the idea. lol... (Me, I'm laughing at you laughing at the idea.) There's always a set routine no matter how much you hate it. For me, you are forced to wake up every morning, yawn, stumble groggily into the bathroom where you take care of the morning essentials. Then you commence to going off reluctantly to head off the bus where you sit for an hour until you reach school. At first sight, school looks so... school-like. The big buildings. The monotony of the bricks. The rows upon rows of glaring cars. The growing rumble of the alive students' voices. The blank, dead stares of the ones that are under a percentage of lack-of-sleep. You then go through school with the pace of a snail - or, at times, an old, feeble hare. Then you either stay after for a meeting or such or you board the bus, somewhat happily, heading back home.

Everyday is variated somewhat. You could say that. One day is defined from another day. One is more dull, another more interesting. One great, another you wish you were dead and buried 10 feet under. The base of it all is still the same though. My mom has always wondered why I've loved books. Most parents (particularly mothers) would love to see their kids reading book... after book... after book. Mine? Uh.. no. My mom has also wondered why I pick those particular books. Wars, fantasy, espionage, adventure, "horror"... It got me to thinking. Why DID I pick these particular books? I get plenty of books at school due to my being enrolled in AP classes but they are less-than-appealing to me. I've never yet completed one for school. I thought about it and thought about it, among other things and I've finally got it. Deep within, I was terribly tired of the monotony of life. No worries. I'm not suicidal, but all the same. Nothing that ever happened in my life really and truly constituted as the true meaning of the word "interesting" except for one thing: when I busted my forehead open when I was 5. In truth, I thought that was fun and it felt good. *shrug* I'm weird. :) There were some events and people that impacted me greatly though, but that didn't especially make my life more interesting. Well, except for those outings where you do something that you aren't supposed to.

You get this exhilerating thrill running up your spine after accomplishing something "bad". OK, not as bad as breaking the law (though I wouldn't mind much). You know, just sneaking in and out of places (which I successfully did with about 20 people last June :D). I was the only one who had experience. Sneaking out of a school dance, running in heels with a slightly overweight teacher yelling after you. I must admit all of these appeal to me. I've been a teacher's pet for 6, 7 years. I know most of the habits of teachers and I've put them to use. :) It's one of the things that make the day go faster (another is Will and friends, and I suppose family though they annoy me - but then so do some of my friends, at times). Changing the monotony to something more worthwhile. Plus it makes you think and gets you ready for "the real world". In order to get your way and get things done, you may have to do things unasked of you - and maybe even forbidden.

Sure, school can make it up. But out of those 8 months that we attend school, we only learn enough stuff to fill up about 3 or maybe 4 of the months. The rest of the time, socializing happens. Dozing happens. :) Even sleeping happens. Sometimes, it would just be so cool if we could just go back to when school was only a couple of months long. I wouldn't mind school as much if we learned something we would actually need in life or wanted to learn. Or, even better, learn it while having fun. This way, I'll remember it for a lifetime than forget it when I step out of the class.

In books, I learn. OK, some of the things I learn is probably something not very girl-like. I could care less, but it's all good. :P Plus, in books, I live the life of the character. It's like you're stepping into an entirely different universe. I automatically play this movie of the book where I'm in it. Sometimes I think back and the only thing truly diverse are the people. We all think differently and we all act differently, not to mention our physical appearance. We, compared to the slow-ish trudge that our lives that we live in are at, are several thousand times more interesting. Sure, life is an intricate balance of everything, but these things occur over time. By the time it hits us, it's too late and we're gone. Off. Poof. (I like that word. hehe...) But yeah. I'm getting sleepy now so I'll cuddle into my bed with my blankie and my pillows.

:) I got about 15 more books today from the library. About 23 or so in all. It's all good.