I had something to write and now my head is wiped

Everything seemed like it rushed past the past eight, nine months, with things tightly packed into either a little yellow diary - or july onwards, into the iCal - which I felt a weird satisfaction from filling in. All year long I kept reminding myself that I can't wait to go away for the holidays and finally get the hell away from projects and assignments, and then all of a sudden, here I am at the front door of what could be the most influential few months of my life.

It was always one after the other, events, studies, assignments, and with procrastinations of various types fitted perfectly in between each and every one of them - I say this now while I can, that I swear procrastination is useful, and completely necessary under some terms and conditions. It was almost as if I had to keep myself busy in order to be able to say at the end of it all, "wow, that went by really quickly," although, regardless of how busy one can be, it would have felt like that anyway. I have this theory that at the end of every year people will feel like the year went by faster than the previous. I need some research to prove it, either scientifically or psychologically, I will get on to it when I feel like it.

It's as if it was all happening on another dimension and, at the end of it, I'm put back to when I just graduated highschool. There's several ways you can explain why I keep getting nostalgic about that time, something along the lines of starting to feel like I had some responsibilities. Though, I can't say I haven't changed. Who doesn't change at all for a year, if they do they would just be unwilling to admit to it. Throughout the year, I've had so many daydreams about the future, both near and further, that half of my memory of the year is what I would want in the future. Also I no longer like to write a blog entry with just meaningless blabber, I feel like it should have a "structure."

It 's not because I feel like I'm old enough so what I say should be "heavy" and have some sort of importance. In fact, just the opposite. We should always make a habit of how we used to think, before it's too late - before we "grow up," which I think just means conforming to society. We aren't all the same so we wouldn't write the same way. If one thinks rather crazy, then that's how they should write. When there is a chance to look back, we wouldn't be able to avoid feeling rather embarrassed about what we said and how we said them. But it was just who we were then, or who we tried to be then.