I didn't really mean to make a blog. It was a complete accident. But it happened, and no I'm here with no clear direction to what I should be writing about. Life, maybe? Is it bad to want more than a routine? I wake up, go to school, and I can basically expect what's going to happen next. And the days, being so similar, blur so quickly into one another that what happened yesterday feels like and eternity away and yet just as close as a couple minutes. And sometimes I think I'm happy this way, in my small town with my friends. But sometimes I find it boring. How do I want adventure, but still want routine? I remember one time going through a shortcut and finding that the hole in the fence was missing. I ended up crawling through underneath a small opening, probably dug by a dog, underneath the fence. This is what I call adventure. And it was fun, and out of ordinary. Is it wrong to hope for something more?