It's weird. I guess I don't count time by years. Sure, I'm -- years old to whoever asks, but when it comes time to reflect and think about how much time has passed, nothing seems to hold them as well as -nope, you didn't guess it!- dentist's visits.

I went to the dentist today. As I sat in that same chair and looked at the same pictures on the same walls, with the same window beside it that I've been looking at for years.. I realised just how quickly this occasion seems to occur. Two visits per year, and yet every single time I go there and look around.. it feels like I was there just last week. It worries me, yet has an odd comfort all at once. Time just flies by between these trips. I seem to vividly remember blossoming, pink trees greeting me on the way there, so many more times than once. Yet in the same moment, I recall the chilling wind beating against my jacket as the leaves swirl around and I rush back to the car to go home. Yet.. somehow.. I don't ever seem to recall a rainy day. Isn't that odd?

It's always the same experience, too. "How are you today? Any problems with your teeth? So how old are you now?..." etc etc. But even before that, it always seems to be the same boring magazines in the waiting room. Fancy ones, mothery ones, sporty ones, teenage ones, and kiddy ones. Nothing to really suit me, though. They should really order National Geographic or something. I remember when I was little, really little... and all I needed was Highlights to keep me happy... although I also remember only looking at certain things in it, as much of the things it offered I either knew already, or it simply bored me. I also remember always asking to watch the tv they had (which they still have, amazingly.) I also remember being dissapointed that it only played videos, and I couldn't watch something that was already on. Eh, picky kids. What are ya gonna do?

The ride there always seemed so long. Of course, they switched to a different building a few years ago (damn, once again, it's been this long?) and it really isn't that much further from the original.. just a bit closer to my house. I remember train tracks, and cute buildings, and blocks which took forever to walk (as sometimes we'd get snacks at a 7-11 nearby, but wouldn't be allowed to eat them until a half hour after our teeth were cleaned and all that.) I drove by the old building a few weeks ago. The distance from that 7-11 to it was so short. It's amazing how big things seem when you're a small child. The ride also didn't take as long as I recalled. But, I suppose, ever since I started driving, rides haven't seemed as long... That's actually quite disappointing.

I can't believe it's only been (and yet, already been) four dentist visits since I met my love. When I think of how vividly I recall each previous visit, it's amazing to think of how quickly time has flown. It's so strange... so much has happened in that short time, I can't even begin to say how much I've improved.

Oi. I'm tired. This will be all I write for now...

Hello. So this is my first post in my new blog. I had contemplated making one, but put it off because I couldn't think of a nice, original name for the link. Good thing for me, I visited the library yesterday and picked up some fascinating books. I haven't read them too much so far, but at the moment I'm reading one called Crazy English, by Richard Lederer. It talks about all sorts of fun nuances in the English language. One thing it also does is list a bunch of phobias. I was thinking about each of them, then I knew I just had to claim this one. I'll leave it to the reader to find out what it means- I'm not saying it here.
So there's the first thing (well, maybe two things, if you looked up my word) you know about me. I'm a reader. But I'm not just a reader. I like my stories truthful, my books non-fiction, and my facts researchable. I don't like bs, basically. Fiction stories can be fun, but to be honest, you'll catch me reading the dictionary more than fiction. It's just how I've always been.
But beyond that, one of my passions is language. At the moment I'm formally studying Spanish and French (and I believe I'm pretty good with the former), but informally I've looked into Italian, Japanese, Scottish Gaelic, Polish, and at the moment, Icelandic. So don't expect me to know much (if anything, really) of the last list. I'll more or less understand French, and Spanish I will fully communicate in (but I am by no means fluent, oooh no.)
But it's not only foreign languages that I'm interested in. I love reading about English... whether it be history, odd words, sayings, and other quirks, or even reading into grammar (which I'll do with any language, really.) Speaking of history, another major interest of mine is etymology (the study of word histories.) One of my favourite sites is http://www.etymonline.com , and it has taught me so much since my discovery of it. I also enjoy studying the Indo-European language family tree, and seeing how cognates connect over amazingly vast differences (in location, time, and culture altogether!)


Overall, I consider myself weird compared to the whole of people, especially those my age. Who else would make a starting blog post like this, really? I feel that it is very long, but I haven't even started telling who I am. I suppose that's fine and well- I'll be revealed more as time goes on. For now I'll leave it at this. Feel free to comment...


Kate