Easy answer: yes, it absolutely has. 

 

Where has the time gone?  As Tuan said (a week or two ago?), time must have a quantum element to it, as it seems to go in leaps and bounds ... and alternatively, millimetres.  One of those unfair facts of life, I suppose.  It feels like it has been no time at all since March, and yet all the time in the world.  Much has happened.  Really.  A lot.  So much I'm not going to recount it all.  XD  If you've been around me in the past four months, you've probably had your ear talked off anyway, so you're likely up to date just as well as you could be.

 

... Like I could remember it all, anyway.  ^^;  Another thing you may have noticed, if you've been around me in the past several months, is that I've become rather absent-minded ... my sense of time has mostly gone right out the window.  "That conversation  Oh I remember that one.  That was a week or two ago, wasn't it?"  "No, it was two days ago."

 

Yeah.

 

I can't say it's been an easy four months since my last post, but it hasn't been a terrible trial either - I've just been busy up to the gills, and now it seems I have some time to burn, and this seems like something I should do, seeing as I haven't in four months.

 

What to talk about, though?  There's at once nothing and too much to talk about. 

 

Once September rolls around, I will turn sixteen, start IB, take on a Shakespeare production, hopefully start work, and quite possibly a relationship.  My mother has already informed me that I am really not insane, which is a comfort, because I'm not at all sure how this is all going to go down.  I'm slightly worried, and this is one of the moments where I am less panicked.  Perhaps I have accepted the state of insanity that will be my life for the next two years.  On the bright side, apparently university could be a cakewalk after all this. 

 

Knowing me, that will mean I go and take on more to do.  Living on my own, whether I do my first year in res or not ... my gosh.  Living on my own.  What a strange thought.  What busyness will I get myself into?  I'm assuming I'll work.  I may not but I don't see why I wouldn't, not if I work through IB. 

 

I feel like I'm in this odd place of self-observation, like I'm not quite living my own life ... kind of analyzing it from an outside point of view.  (I wonder if I could write this for my Extended Essay.  No, I don't think I can.  Darn.  I could easily write four thousand words about myself.)  It's an incredibly awkward feeling.  Thinking about the next two years, and then the next four after that, and wondering where I'll end up and what will end up happening - what I'll end up taking in university, where I'll end up going for whatever Master's I end up taking ... and so many, many other things, all very important from my perspective right now. 

 

There's a very strange feeling in my stomach right now.  I'm not sure what it is.

 

I'm kinda scared.  I feel like I'm sorta taking on the world all at once, though four to six years is hardly 'at once'. 

 

Oogh.  Pardon me while I go make tea.  I do hope this hasn't twirled your brain around as much as it has mine.