It’s already November. This semester went by ridiculously fast. Andrew told me it was because i was “having fun.”
…um. no. Hah. I don’t think that’s the case. For some reason, the older I get, my perception of time is getting more and more warped. I guess that’s what Einstein was right about. I feel like I don’t have enough time to do anything any more. A year has become my new month, my month a new week, and week is a day. And each one goes by like those cliche grains of sand. And for some reason I feel lost when I think about it. Maybe everything goes by quickly because i’m distracting myself from thinking about all the time i’m losing.
I guess this whole “growing up” thing is getting to me because girls i grew up with (who are no more than 2-3 years older than I) are getting married. I kid you not. At 22-23 already wedded. And i always used to think i’d be married by 25, kids by 30…but i’m totally behind schedule if that’s the case. Oy. Where has the time gone? :( My mind is in a jumble. I’ll rewrite more on this entry later when I’ve had a moment of clarity.