Time is so short. I’ve been trying to take advantage of every waking moment, to the point on increasing my waking moments and minimizing my sleeping ones. Going on 3-5 hours of sleep a night starts to drag after a while.

My floor had a pick-a-date on Friday night. We went down to Indianapolis to get Cinnabuns and Orange Julius’. Well, my brother called about an hour before we left and invited me to go to King’s Island the next day with him and a few of the music groups from his school. Seeing as I would already be down in Indy, it would work perfectly for me to just stay down there after the pick-a-date and go with Andrew the next day. The pick-a-date ended up being a lot of fun, and we even go somewhat locked in the mall - it took us a long time before we found an open exit leading to our parking garage. After a great time with friends, I sat in the car by myself driving to my brother’s house.

I felt so alone.

I got to Andrew’s house (he was out), and sat around in the silence of loneliness, realizing that my time with friends at Taylor is coming to a close. I got something of a taste of how apartment life after college will be. I started feeling really down, so I read my Bible for a bit and then just went to bed.

Saturday was a lot of fun. It rained all day at King’s Island, but there was no lightning so the rides were still running. After a wet and cold day there, a long trip home on the bus, and a drive back up to Taylor from Andrew’s house, I got back to my room around 3 AM.

After 5ish hours of sleep, I got up and went to church - for the last time where I’ve been going for the past 3.5 years. Now I’m sitting in my room, still realizing that my time here is short. I need to sleep, but I can’t waste my time. I’m sad, excited, depressed, and exhausted all at the same time.

I think maybe I’ll go for a walk to take my mind off of my world.