Time passes by quickly doesn't it? It's been three (and a half?) years since I've moved to California and my first week of school after transferring has already come and gone. On some nights I can't help but wonder if I will wake up the next morning only to find that I have already gotten married and now have three kids. A terrifying thought, isn't it? But I guess time is the one thing none of us can run from. The ultimate Achilles Heel, perhaps.

Growing up really isn't such a bad thing. We get more time to pursue the hobbies we'd like to pursue and aren't forced to succumb to the wishes of outsiders who feel like they know how to live your life better then you do. Responsibility isn't so bad either, as I've grown quite accustomed to the weight and rather enjoy the challenge. So why is it that whenever I think about being tied to the term 'adult' my stomach churns in uncomfortable knots?

Human beings and their love for comfort.

Really now, I have no idea what I'm babbling on about. I'm just typing, pouring my random thoughts, as usual, onto this page hoping that one day I will be able to look back and actually make sense of it all. In a way, it's posts like these that keep me sane.

So to get to the original point of this post that I strayed so far from (and didn't even mention prior) ...I am feeling rather happy today. Sort of like a stupid, dorky, whyisyourfacestucklikethat, kind of giddy. I guess that's what happens when school finally starts. At least for nerds like me.