I have to say, I'm really grateful that I have two jobs. I don't know what I would do with myself otherwise. Time. It's an interesting concept, I have decided. Either it's going to fast to hang onto whatever is going on at the time, or it's crawling and you want things to be done and over with. Then there is the third option, that there never seem so to be enough time to do anything worthwhile. I never wanted to be the girl who was married right out of high school. I keep seeing all these girls from my graduating class that are either married or engaged, and it just blows me away. We're all so young. And yet now at the same time, I feel impatient to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. It doesn't make sense to me. But then, if everything did make perfect sense, what would be the point to anything?