"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