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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Paper faces on parade - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
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Sat, Aug. 21
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If only I wasn't so broke. And responsible, for that matter. I could have been on my way to Kelowna right now. How fun. I need to run away again for a few days.

But it hit me today that Jen and Mike's wedding is a week from today. Time flies! I'm really excited to fly out Monday night and visit them. It's going to be a busy week, but so exciting. I'm really glad I get to be part of it.

I still have to write those entries that I lost in my journal from the trip--you know, the one that was stolen. They're on the tip of my brain, and if I don't write them soon, I'll forget them, but it's late and I have to leave early-ish tomorrow morning.

One year ago today: Every year seems to go faster and faster. If they're going this fast now, I can't imagine what it'll be like when I'm 80. When we were in high school, my friend David and I used to have a theory about that. When you're 5, a year seems like forever, because it's 1/5 of your life, and you can really only remember 2 or 3 of them. That's a pretty large fraction... but when you're 80, a year is only 1/80 of your life, which is (obviously) a much smaller percentage. Therefore, a year feels like longer when you're 5 than it does when you're 15 or 37 or 83.
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posted at 11:38 p.m.