Has anyone else noticed that time is speeding by. This year will be over in the blink of an eye if the hours keeping ticking by like seconds. At least it feels as if they're going by like seconds. The way time is going by, I feel as if I'm running out of time. Like that rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, I'm always late.

No one seems to understand why I'm fretting over something so insignificant, but if times is indeed running out, I want to have all my ducks in a row.

I want all my family to know that I love them. Even my asshole of a brother, who wishes me dead. I want my boyfriend to know how madly in love with him that I am. I have changed my entire outlook on life because of him, and I'd change everything else if it meant that we could be together forever. I want to be able to at least say that I accomplished something in my life.

I am digressing.

I think what I need is a vacation from time, that way I wont notice that I'm losing it. Maybe somewhere in Central America, or the islands. The Bahamas, or Trinidad. Places like that, where the weather is always sunny (with the exception of a hurricane every now and again), time just seems to move at a slower rate. I think that's what I need.

Well I think that's it for now.

When I have more time...

Last night I went to the club, if you could call it that, with my 40+ aunt and my pregnant cousin. It was okay. I had three drinks and they ran through me like a stream down hill. I went to the pottey a total of three times. One for each drink and that's not including the one time I went when I got home. Now my aunt is saying that I can't hang with the big boys. Yea, right. I could probably drink those boys under the table. Not that I want to try. I do not need anything else in the way of my freedom, and getting sloppy drunk would definitely earn me a cell at Prison Jester. Not somewhere I want to be locked up at present. I just feel too isolated there.