Time seems to have no concept of... well, time. I distinctly remember, oooh, about 80% of my journals like they were all written within a year or so, but looking at them? Nope, hella-old. Probably doesn't help that I post a journal like, once every 6 months either, but not the point >.> Especially the last... 5 months? Wow, feels less, but yeah, basically this whole year so far has just not existed. I feel like I should still be in February. I'm 20... did I mention that? Yet I remember writing that 'happy 18th' journal clearly and vividly. I've been engaged for a year and a half, and again, a journal I remember writing clear as day. Time seems to be slipping away, faster all the time, and I'm afraid I'm not making the most of it to make the people I love, and myself of course, happy; and yet the worst thing I can say about my self is that I haven't ever held a job as long as I've been engaged for. Is that normal? Is time like this for everyone, or just me?

Sorry for the wall of un-thought-out text, but yeah. Just a thought that I... well, wanted to put up. Also ...! Because they seem to be the focus of this journal :P

TL;DR - dang time is flying this year!