Where has the time gone? I can't believe I'm already 24. Next year, I'll be 25. As Andrew so lovingly put it the other day, I'll "be a quarter of a century old!" I honestly don't feel that old. It's like someone snapped their fingers and time shifted to 10 years later. I don't feel like all that time's passed at all, but if I think back, I do have a lot of memories.
I just found out that ANOTHER friend of mine from high school is getting married. That's like, 12 people in the past two years who've either gotten married or engaged. Everything is changing, and it's unreal. I don't like it, and I demand that it stop right now, damnit.