It's 1:46 am.
It's also almost the end of the year. The calendar will turn and the number will end in 09.
I got my graduation papers today. I registered for my last classes, too. I am waiting to hear back from Medical School. I hate time. I really do.
My biggest fear is getting old.
Where has time gone? Seriously. I get so sad when I think about it. Me and an old friend have been talking about what used to be and what might have been. I miss being young and 3/4 retarded. Quade getting his first truck and us riding all night, aimlessly, through the city streets of Inverness. Craig having his first drink and me and Quade having to make him leave the party because he's an idiot.
It's been a year since my grandma died. I still remember swimming in her pool with her all summer in Michigan. I remember riding on her back and we would make circles (mind you, the pool was HUGE) and create a huge whirlpool. Basically the coolest thing ever. My grandpa also turned 76 the other day. I still remember sitting on his lap as he would burn intricate designs into his ducks he made. I still remember him showing us how to make mallards out of wood, and telling us if we hit our thumbs it was okay to cuss as long as he didn't hear us. I remember jumping out at him for his 60th surprise party, and giving him the cane that we got him since he was so "old." Or what about that time he made me a go-kart and I ran it into his brand new (as of that DAY) red dodge ram. I cried. He laughed. And then he turned me around and started it back up. Or when him and my dad were playing the guitar and banjo singing stupid songs.
Time, you are a thief. Yet, I embrace you because you have the ability to make me feel like a kid again. And I like that.
Ps. If you are reading this, I am not a sap.