Print "NS Google Eve Numero Uno"

December twenty-fourth. Christmas Eve.

Wow.

I don't know what it is, but I find that every time this day comes it feels like it's been way more than a year since the last Christmas Eve. Time baffles me, because I would swear to you this semester flew by quicker than any semester I've ever had before it. How did so many things happen in such a short span of time?

Then I think back to the Summer. How it's been a billion years since I left California, a billion and one years since I struggled through my final "interview" as everyone was leaving, a billion and two years since I made Matchzilla with Brittany and Linda, a billion and three years since I roamed San Francisco, a billion and four years since I first played Bananagrams, a billion and five years since I watched Where The Wild Things Are with Beth on the plane to California, and a billion and six years since I left Amarillo to start the journey to California.

Then I think back further, to the Summer before Google, to Graduation, to the entire school year. It feels like it's been... I won't even try to put a time on this, but it's been ridiculous how long ago I walked across that stage at Graduation, and even longer to when I sang in choir, or played in band, or marched!

Time is strange, but it always goes forward. It speeds up, and slows down, and expands, and shrinks, but always keeps you on this path, where you can't relive the past, you can't change it, but you can add to it. That's where we come in. We're constantly adding to the past. Appending, if you will.

All these events add up and define who we are, how we got here, and why we got here.

It always happens. I always get distracted. I look for a poem, that I keep telling myself I'm going to show to the one person I wrote it for, and instead find myself remembering things I wish never happened.

If there is anything I truly want to accomplish with this blog, it is a sense of trust, that you can read exactly what I'm feeling, and it's not just a mask of emotions I'm putting here for you, for me.

Just understand that sometimes I might need to do some ranting on here, or venting. It's healthy for me, and doesn't have to bog anyone else down that way. I'll usually warn you too, before I go to far into a vent, like I'm about to. So, look for the row of ~~ if you don't want to mess with that. Haha.

I'm not exactly happy with my faltering friendship. There's one in particular, and a day doesn't go by that I don't think of how long it's been since we've talked. It might be good, for other friendships, but I'm not really happy with it. Umm... yea, so there's my one bit of unhappiness for the post.

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So, I'm excited for tomorrow. I can't wait for my mom, and dad to open the gifts Linz and I picked for them. I also want to see how my grandma reacts to hers. It's going to be pretty awesome.

Also, since I am human, I'm kinda excited to get my gifts too. =P