Time

I seem to be losing track of time.

Everything just comes so very fast now, but it all seems to happen at such a slow pace. How is this even possible? I'm actually awake most of the day, so that can't really be it. Perhaps it's because I consider my day over after 3rd period. I have so many fun classes in a row after that, that it just all kind of melds together. One might think that having English 9th would damper the day for me, but it really doesn't. Yeah, that class is intimidating, and the workload is enormous, but it's just so damn fufilling.

That's why I'm writing these posts. I can't wait to blog nowadays. It's all Faulkner's fault. Everything just makes so much sense and yet none at all, all at the same time.

I love the Oxford English Dictionary. I love that the password and the username are the same. I just looked up damper and enormous, to make sure I was using/spelling them correctly(respectively). And I learned something from it. Not that I cared that much how to spell enormous, but I learned how it first was used. " Deviating from ordinary rule or type; abnormal, unusual, extraordinary, unfettered by rules; hence, mostly in bad sense, strikingly irregular, monstrous, shocking."

How enormous.

How does stuff like that happen? How do we deviate from the ordinary rule or type? How did this word, enormous, go from meaning what it did back then, in the 1500's (thanks again OED), to what it means now. Abnormal to big is a pretty big leap. I suppose it's fate. I suppose it's weird.

Think about that.

I like cliffhangers.