Ho-Hum

I got a strange feeling while jumping through the hoops they call high school today--a feeling of clausterphobia, being trapped. I hate how routine everything is. Just once, couldn't we totally screw up our schedules, or randomly get out early, or do something actually productive in some class? Like learn something in Math for once? Or in World Religions for that matter? I just feel like I'm being pressed in by all these people just going through the motions, thinking that what happens now even matters in the long run, wishing my life would start and at the same time knowing that it needs me to start it.

Finished Little Children, and you could say it has a happy ending or a sad one, I don't know. It was good, and the ending was good in a satisfying sort of way. It all sort of came together at this metaphorically important point. Just nice and satisfying.

So now onto one of the other tens of thousands of books I want to read but either don't have the time or patience to. This time I have something of an excuse, considering I'm reading about ninety books at once. I need to keep reading 1984 and Malcom X, and I should look at Interview with the Vampire. For research. Heh heh.

I'm approaching a block in Pentagram. The journey is about to start, and I don't know really where to go from there. I know the first endpoint, where they find the first of the Five Stones, I just don't know how to get there. I'll need to insert some stuff from the bad guy's viewpoint soon too.

This on top of a fatty chapter I need to read for 1984 and a reading log I need to do for it, a comic for creative writing, aaaannnddd....some math, I think.

*sigh* Namarie.