An Introduction to Boredom

When others are faced with an unpleasant task, you may often observe the Countdown unto happier events. Monotonous manual labour in a subroomtemperature environment qualifies as 'unpleasant task', so I thought why not kill some time observing what my temporarily colleagues count down to.
Alas, no variation whatsoever. Where I seem to countdown to every happy event in the near and not so near future ( last BBQ of the summer, trip to California, friends' birthdayparty, my younger sisters' marriage, etc), everybody else seems only interested in passing the time between now and the next cigarette.
I hope there is more to life and until I have certainty, I'll long for homework.

Is the answer blowing in the wind?

How many months must a heart be broken before it is healed?
How many scars can love leave on a soul?
How many doubts must I overcome to wander free?
How many friends must I win and lose?
How many pages more must I write before the book is at an end?
How many birthdays must I celebrate before I forget my age?
Is the answer blowing in the wind? I wish.

Nearly 21

Every year, from the end of august onward I countdown the days towards my birthday. For the very first time I have received a present 2 weeks early. An excellent gift it is too. A bright green silver rimmed lunchbox with matching beaker. Unfortunately accompanied from a letter which I am not to open until the 18th of September. So far I have resisted the urge to rip open the envelope, I doubt whether Benny (he who gave the gift) shall believe it but as I write my curiosity is not yet satisfied. Alas. Such hardships must I endure.