like sands throught the hour glass these are the days of my life.

i don't know if this is going to last, but i was complaining to my dad last week about how the days/weeks/months/years seem to be passing me by and he said "whattya expect? life is like an hourglass, and the sand always goes faster at the end" and half expected him to break into some sort of maudlin baritone and announce that "these are the days of our lives".

so i was all like, "i am not a the end! and besides, that is cheesy!" and he was all like, "you'll see..." and not that i admitted that i was wrong or anything but i did ask him how he dealt with this phenomenon. he said "i write in a journal everyday. you should do it too!" and if you knew my dad (which you might) you would be very surprised. he is not a diary kind of guy. he is addicted to tsn and doesn't know how to work the microwave. he has six kids. he was not present for any of the births and did not change a diaper. he is not a modern man.

anyways, so i am going to try and keep a diary, and write everyday, because even though i am not old and i do not believe that time is comprised of trickling sand, i do want to be able to remember what i have done or thought on any given day. well, i think that i do. maybe it will be boring. let's finds out.