my, how time flies

"time flies when you're having fun" is how the saying goes.

"fun" isn't necessarily the descriptive term to sum up last semester. there were a few "funs" sprinkled in on weekends with jonathan, dinners out with the girls, and football (both flag and tackle variations), but by no means did "fun" dominate the experiences of my last four months.

studio ruled my semester. i'll try not to reiterate how much of my social time it consumed. the semester's saying would go "time flies when your having projects without end." i've complained about it and listened to fellow majors complain about it so much that i'm sick of complaining about it. from now on, let the ongoing suffering just be understood. its a given.

but time does fly. every semester seems to go by faster than the preceding one and every time it boggles my mind that its even possible for that to happen. i guess its just part of getting older. memories stick better than in childhood, i suppose.

mentally preparing for time sprinting on by may help me deal with that phenomenon.