Time Goes By Way To F-ing Fast

In less than two months I will be celebrating my 26th birthday. Actually, my plan is to stop celebrating birthdays altogether. I'm going to be 25 for the rest of my life. I know I could probably get away with it for the next five years and I don't really ever look further than five years into my future, so I'm good for now.

But I will always know the dark truth...I'm getting (gulp) OLD! I could never understand when 50 year olds would say, "Geez, I still feel like I'm 20." And now I can completely comprehend that. I still don't feel a day over 19 (but thank the good Lord that I am no longer a teenager) and I don't know where the hell the time went!

I remember my freshman year in college at University of Colorado. That was a tough year. I would go for these runs in the beginning of the semester and just pray for the leaves to start turning colors and falling off the trees because then at least I knew the year wasn't going to last forever.

Boy, was that the most idiotic mind set of the century. What in the hell was I thinking by wishing away the "best" years of my life? And make no mistake, college did encompass the best years of my life. It was a time when being poor was actually kind of fun and getting wasted before a final wasn't a huge shocker or when drinking games began at 2:00 in the afternoon and lasted well into the next morning. The best part of all being that this behavior was socially acceptable.

I still get wasted, but instead of being labeled "party animal," (which included wearing all of my drinking mishaps like a badge) I'm now closer to an "alcoholic" (which means I relive my embarrassing moments in a veil of shame...alone).

I guess everyone has to become a mature and well behaved adult at some point and time, but I associate the aforementioned characteristics with an old smelly lady (I'm only one out of those three words and I'm not old or a lady).