Is it really only Tuesday?
I'm sitting here looking at my psych book with the sad realization that even if I were to fall asleep in the middle of writing this word, I would still be sleep deprived. Oh the teenage gripes. Productivity comes at a cost. Not that today was particularly productive, because it wasn't.
I went to a high school soccer game today. It was cool because my school played my home town (suburb?)'s school. It made me remember how much I miss going to my brother's hockey games. Those things had a life above and beyond the sport of hockey, which a handful of people can attest to.
Its weird because we're moving at such a fast pace that the individual moments seem to take forever, but in hindsight so much has happened so quickly. So much has changed so quickly.
"Indeed. She is my friend."
