People really are the slaves of time. Just now, I was fighting the clock because I wanted this post to show up at 11:59 PM of Wednesday, and not 12:00 AM of Thursday. And I realized that in the end, I would never win. I might win this battle right now, which I did, but time always wins. We never have enough time to do the things we have to do. We never have enough time to do the things we want to do. I feel like it was just two seconds ago when I looked at the clock and said "6:30. I should take a shower. No I'll wait till 7." It's 12 AM and I still haven't showered and I just threw together a crappy article and now have to memorize Spanish vocabulary. I was sitting in class today, running my fingers over my face and I touched the corners of my eyes and they felt rough. And I thought... there will be wrinkles here someday. It won't always be smooth. It won't be smooth for much longer. Every second that ticks away, it's getting closer. The inevitability of it, the futility of the struggle is just so overwhelming. We are so small.

Rant over. Spanish vocab now.