"How many times can I push it aside?"

...And sometimes I wonder why we're so shallow. We ought to know better. We ought to know what it is beyond the common dreary things that make simplicity an undesirable routine. I've forgotten to read with open eyes. I've forgotten to write with an open mind. I'm sad because of the way I call off the important things on a whim. Then I see my mistake(s). It's funny how you can never tell how much a moment will mean to you until long after it's slipped away. No matter how much I try, time is too slippery to grapple with, and I can't see to make any progress in regaining it. Instead, I eat it up, one day at a time. And day after day, I fall asleep with ambition and wake up with angst.

Alarm clocks will do that to a person.

I wish I could pour all of my memories out into a kitchen sink. I'd pull up the bar stool and grab myself a cuppa ice water. And then, with an elbow on the counter and chin in my palm, I'd sort through the mass of beautiful mess in the basin before me. Some of it might wash down the disposal, but I'd mostly just want to package up my memorize and stock them into the freezer---keeping them cool, collected, and preserved. I could thaw them out whenever I liked.

I started realizing how much I talk about my memories and brain capacity on this blog. It's like I'm some old person expecting to die soon. I also use the word brain in every post. Sue me.

Apart from my repetitive nature, I've also found that I take great joy in building blanket forts, listening to Relient K, and coloring with sharpies. Cuz I'm matuuuuuuuuure.

{via pinterest}

But really, no joke.
---Not that I'm an adult or anything weird like that. It's just the way the world frowns upon this sort of shenanigan that tickles me. Besides, growing up just doesn't appeal to me. Neither does working.

What can I say? I didn't choose the lazy dazy nerd life. The lazy dazy nerd life chose me. All I did was invite a laptop computer into my home for a hospitable cup of tea (we hit it off from there). 

Can we talk about books for a moment? I'm in the process of completing 'The Deathly Hallows. I think it's been my favorite of the seven in the HP series. Although the innocence noted in the Harry Potter trio whilst they are but dinky little Hogwarts students is endearing, I've enjoying seeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione a bit more grown up and grounded in reality. I've finally got a little emotional connection with Harry (it's ABOUT TIME, don't you think?), and I'm excited to see how it ends (although I've already---*enter tomatoes being flung from a mob hardcore fans*---watched the entirety of the movie series).
I've got a handful of new books too. And these are "fun" books. Not school texts. Ew.
I'm trying to get myself to set aside more time to read just because I love to eat the ink off of the pages, rather than being forced to suck up information from between the covers. I do believe in a steady diet of words.

*****Also must prep myself for the upcoming NaNoWriMo...which I may or may not do. :/*****

I need to watch more of the Donna age of Doctor Who. 
I also need to shower. As I hope the majority of you are aware, showering is a desirable action among the human species. Because of this, I will make my impromptu leave.

Cheerio mates,
K-Minty

Title & Registration || Death Cab for Cutie

Humanity

Hello bloglings, welcome to September 20th, 2013. Enjoy your stay this evening. I am about to die a gruesome death by mosquitoes.

I can't decide if life has been crazy in a routine way, or boring in a challenging way. Now that school is back into full swing, I've got a little more on my plate.
But I have a work ethic. It goes like this:
 

• Step one: Accumulate homework.
• Step two: Write a list of stuff to get done tomorrow. Make sure everything is accomplishable. Then ignore homework the night after accumulating it and waste time on pinterest.
• Step three: Wake up at 5:50 AM the next morning, hit the sleep button periodically until 8:00,. Grudgingly wake up. 
• Step four: Gather homework and dump onto bedroom floor.
• Step five: Acknowledge the fact that you are still in your pajamas, haven't eaten, brushed your teeth, or combed your hair. Take time to relish and embrace this fact with open arms. 
• Step six: Sprawl on the floor, increasing ease and comfort. 
• Step seven: Begin homework, taking periodic breaks to check email, blog feed, and youtube channel. 
• Step seven and a half: Actually begin homework. 
• Step eight: Keep doing homework.
• Step nine: Breath
• Step ten: Realize you're halfway there. 
• Step eleven: vgrgtryhtbyhehyrthrt (My kindly brother is attempting to sabotadgjge post. {---He did it again.} Obviously jealous of my fabulous work ethic.)
• Step twelve: Eat food, drink water, listen to music, become unstressed (by now it's 3:00 PM).
• Step thirteen: Finish up with light stuff. CRITICAL: when scheduling your homework agenda, be sure to leave your most "fun" *scoff* and "enjoyable" *pffft* homework for last. If you do the straining work last, your brain will start on it's jolly way towards implosion.
• Step fourteen: Be done. If you hit 6:00 PM and gotten everything done, congrats. Eat ice cream. Be proud. If not, be ashamed. I gave you a whole ten hours. 

And that, my dears, is the way of the Kismint. At least, on my lucky-ducky days during which I have absolutely no reason to leave the house.

Yes.
I go outside.
Sometimes.
It's a hot place, outside. And it has mosquitoes. But yeah---shout out to the people enjoying the early autumn air and the brisk, crisp, fallish coolness. I'm sitting here in a puddle. Eww. And sadly, it's not of chocolate. Just saltwater.
Wanna know something I hate? I hate a handful of things, but this is the newbie on the list. I am absolutelyamcompletelyfurious because whenever I go to take a nice, refreshingly cool shower, the water is warm. IT'S WARM. WHY MUST THE WATER BE WARM?? I'M SWEATING HERE, OKAY??! I NEED COLD. Now, you might be one of those strange little human specimens often referred to as "optomists". And because of this, you might say one of the following things:

1. Just turn the temp all the way to the right. 
2. Better warm in warm weather than cold in cold weather. 

Well for those of you #1-ers, it is probable that you are familiar with this meme.

Yeah? Well allow me to explain a little something.

Yuuup.

And for the people who are trying to console me with optimsm numbero 2...
Yes, you are completely correct, I am a whiner, and showering is a privilege not known to a large population on the earth...at the moment, I don't really care. I just want cold water.

So let me study, bring me ice, and allow me to complain.
Thanks for reading, oh loyal readers. You are loved (by many!).

Cheerio,
K-Minty

drippity drop, plinkity plonk

You know, a lot of his blog is composed of a lot of my fanciful observations. Kind of like those random things that just sort of hit you while you're driving down the street, or staring out the window, or whatever boring thing that has become a necessity in your life. Normally you don't really mention these inklings to anyone. Other people find them dull or silly or unworthy of any attention.

So instead of talking about them, I blog them. That way, you can just leave and stop listening to me without seeming rude. Otherwise you'd have to sit next to me and expose your ears to the way a prattle on and on about something that I'm working out in my head.

Well anyway, it has come to my attention that---
HOLY SCHAMOLY, IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE.

yes.
i will talk to you about rain.
like it's a thing to overreact about.
because in the desert, by golly we most certainly do overreact.

I know in normal places, it rains and you're all like: "aw snap, i can't do stuff i have to stay inside this is lame."
(I am not in a normal place.)
Here, on the other hand, this is what we do: "GOOD GRAVY, THERE IS WATER FALLING FROM THE HEAVENS...PEOPLE, THIS IS AMAZING. IT'S WATER. FROM THE SKY!"

True, we are bemused by this sort of precipitation, and gather what little joy we can from it. But you know what really cranks us up? When the rain lasts for more the fifteen minutes. Then it's like, a marked day in history or something.
And so it was yesterday, whilst I was walking down the slippery steps on the way to buy myself a teriyaki bowl (fyi, those steps are never not slippery...can't tell you how many times I've thought that I was going to topple off of them and break myself). Half of the kids were sort of just smiling up at the sky and darting around beneath the drizzle. The other half (mostly girls) were doggedly trotting to and fro with their backpacks, binders, or little teeny sweaters---no one actually wears real sweaters in September. Psh---over their heads. The "lunch line" (to borrow the phrase) was sheltered beneath a white washed tarp pop-up, and we all sort of crowded, backpack-to-backpack beneath the leaky canopy.

It's really fun because if you're clever, you can punch the tarp up from beneath and the innocent bystanders will get waterfalled if they're not paying attention.
Mheheh...devious me.

And so it finally hit us all that this shower wasn't slowing. In fact, if anything, the what-was drizzle was becoming an all-out downpour. Eventually, most of my peers evacuated to the great indoors (were the walls are painted with an unfortunate pallet of purple, red, and green), but I decided to embrace it all and weather out the storm.
Weird though, because even the canopies and coverings were soaked to the point of absolute wetness. Still, I danced and skipped along. Like any self-respecting person might. By an hour's time, I looked like I'd been forced to walk the plank.
Sponge-soppy and squishing along in my shoes, I made my way back to class. Oh, and someone had a hair dryer. That was also weird.
To be honest, it was really nice to be cold for once. After a while, one gets tired of perpetual sweat dripping down the backs of their necks. The only bad part was that I kept dripping on my handouts and homework.

I can think of very few reasons why I should tell you about these things. But I feel that it is important for you to realize just how wacky a day of rain and cloudy skies will make us. I say "us", because---yes indeed---there were a select group of people who accompanied me in my rain-dancing and who may have been (but only maybe) drenched-er than I.
Continuing on the subject, I must add that the streets were chock-full and flooded.. Cars in Phoenix stalling because of an excess of water on the roadways...what madness is this?!

And so I'm kind of in a good weather-related mood now. I like a change of cloud cover every once in a while, and stormy days are universally known to be those "cozy", "curl up and read" days.

So long live the people who raise there eyes to the skyline and smile as it falls into their faces. You can't grow without a little watering.

dancity dancing in the sprinkles

Kismint

Whovian Handguide

Hail, friends who read about my life and it's content. How fareth?

It's the fourth of September, and I've got Of June on a grooveshark playlist, melodizing with chit chat of my keyboard. I hope you failed to see the irony.

So let's talk about Doctor Who.
I watch Doctor Who. My friends watch Doctor Who. My enemies watch Doctor Who (wat?). Do you judge us? You probably should. We deserve no better.
You see, when one becomes a Whovian, they sort of...block all of the normal world out.

via pinterest

In all sincerity, I apologize for this in advance, as it can get quite irritating when trying to converse with a Whovian in mid-season. Because of this, it is perfectly normal to expect your non-fandomalized-friends to groan (and possibly throw things) when you happily exclaim to them that you have begun to watch BBC. [We're not just limiting things to Doctor Who here] But that's okay, because non-fandomalized-friends aren't your real friends anymore. Now that you've become part of a fandom (THE fandom) yourself, the only friends you've got are the billions of introverts who spend their weekends as blanket burritos in front of their NetFlix. They are the ones who rule Tumblr with an iron fist. 

If you do however, manage to escape the clutches of Whovian Fandomism, I can do nothing but congratulate you. You may now move on with your life, know that you are ONE OF THE [FEW] EXCEPTIONS. It is likely now, that you will become one of those weird and alienesque human beings who actually accomplish things with their life and are commemorated in history books for their great achievements. Someday, I'm sure we'll all appreciate what you'll go on to do for mankind.

However, until then, I have a warnings.
When, on the rare occasion that you meet a Whovian logged out of their natural habitat (the Internet), avoid mentioning certain topics AT ALL TIMES. This list does not cover every topic that you need to be aware of, so no matter what, be tactful and proceed with caution when speaking to a Whovian.

Police boxes
Van Gogh
David's hair (this one especially. just never ever ever mention anything about anyone named david when it has to do with his hair.)
Roses
Beaches
Roses on beaches
Fezes
Bow ties
Angels (the weeping ones)
(etc etc etc etc etc)

If you have a slip of the tongue and you are unfortunate enough to speak of one of these things that have been stated in the above, don't panic. Your panic may be mistaken for you fangirling over whatever you have said. If a Whovian finds a fellow-fan person, they will become over-aggressive in extreme euphoria over finding one of their own (they dwell in herds).
Instead, remain calm, and after several minutes, (in best case scenario) the Whovian will begin to be able to form coherent sentences.

It is important to remember that Whovians (and other fandomers) are sensitive, especially when it comes to fictional characters. If, in unfortunate event, you disagree their OTPs, the only way that you'll ever live to tell the tale is by apologizing profusely and flinging boatloads of chocolate bars in their general direction.

I hope this post was informational to you. 
Whovains and other Fandom-associated people can make great companions, and I strongly urge you to reconsider the way you doubtless look down your nose at them because of the way they are often found, incarcerated in their homes with their eyeballs glued to screens.

Inkish Drool

my eyes are dry i'm losing sight
my eyes are red from tears tonight
and now the book crawls up my sleeves
but it's only print on inkish leaves

what kind of ink that stains the page
could make me see that i'm encaged?
i'm exiting the centre stage
i'm awake and i'm busting my chains

to leave me scarred with thoughts ajar
what is this thing that reaches far
and groups about inside the dark
and pulls a string inside my heart? 

It said,

i'll blink until my vision clears
and until then i'm stranded here
inside my mind where i am blind
and where i use only my ears
because they speak softly aloud
i cannot touch the taste of now
because the time i have has gone
and now the time dissolves to dawn

my watch is broken
my fists are open
i've brought my token
of a cracking lie
i'm not dishonest
i only promised 
with struggled breath
that i wouldn't die

but on my deathbed i can feel
the masquerade of death is real
but could i rip a hole in time
a whole of heart i know i'd find
i'm not afraid to wander on
because i've got Salvation's song
i'm going home
i won't be long

so until then i give my word
upon this book with pen as sword
that i will fight the golden fight
i will keep the golden light
i bow before Eternal King
and to His hands my soul to bring

because his words cut to my veins
because his truth was there ingrained
inside the book where truths do sleep
i wept aloud and on my knees

i realized then what i'd done before
i realized then that i'd lost the war
against my sin, i'd failed to win
but because of mercy, i'm forgiven

by kismint