Wasting Time...

So I'm at school right now, supposed to be working on a final project in creative writing, because i go to a school with trimesters, and we are very close to the end of the first. I'm going to press some leaves and flowers and make a collage thingy, with a word in the middle saying something like quiet, or within, something journaly. It's going to be a journal cover if you didn't guess that.

School is pretty great, and its almost a third of the way through. When did that happen? I feel like this is just maybe the 2nd or 3rd week of school. But the time has passed and i cant make it come back. Not that i want to.

Why is it that time goes by faster and faster as you get older? I've had this theory for a while that because each year is a smaller fraction or percentage of your life, it feels shorter and shorter. Its just a thought.

I need to write more, and not just blogging, but also just journaling, or stories. And before tackling a novel, just write a short story. I honestly know that I'm a pretty good writer, and I definitely want to do it on the side as I grow older, but if I ever want to get published, I need to sit down and just write. So I think I will now. A poem for you:

With four legs, I walk to the bones of my owner.
As she moves, I wonder why she cleans my excess.
I watch her mouth as I hear her sound when she bends over.

Why does she feel like her mouth does not deserve
what mine begs for every morning and evening?
I am small yet heavy,
she is large and light.

I do not know how to talk to my only love,
my caretaker. She rattles as she shakes,
I cannot look into her eyes.

So thats all! Leave comments!