Time is coated in grease

I cannot deny that I don't miss the time that I've let slip from my livid grasp. These past few months have been... interesting. I can't say I mean it in a bad way, though, because what would I be if I hadn't experienced them? I can say I would have less scars inside and out, but perhaps I would be considerably more naive, and quite lost.
School has become somewhat of a different thing for me. I can't say that I haven't changed, because I have. I think I've become less crude, and I believe the choice I've made is a good one.
I went over to em's apartment on Sunday and when I went in there was a folded piece of paper on the table with my name on it. So I opened it, and GUESS WHAT IT WAS??!!Plane ticket confirmations to Norway! :D I'm leaving on March tenth, which is in fourteen days!!! EEEEEEEEEE! I told Caroline I'm coming and everything :) It's really quite awesome. I'm procrastinating against doing my homework, unfortunately.
Today was utterly strange. I wasn't in the best mood, I admit. Rather I was slightly depressed, very annoyed, perhaps a little sad. I was quiet. I found I didn't have anything to say- to anyone. I kinda just went along with the day keeping to myself. There wasn't anything wrong, but when I told someone "I'm not in the mood", and I meant it, they thought it was a joke. I really wasn't in the mood. I'm still not. I don't feel like doing anything but writing and lying on my floor. I'll force myself to do my math so I pass, though, and then I will do exactly what I'm planning. I will lie on my floor and cry for no particular reason. Maybe because it is relieving, and I will let myself breath. And still, time will slip through my fingers. I don't care. Time is time.