Static

Life is moving way too fast right now.

Actually, scratch that - everyone else's lives around me are moving way too fast for me right now. Friends of mine are doing things, going places, settling down into life-long relationships and such... sometimes I feel like I'm completely stuck in comparison.

In this past week, I've said goodbye to a friend who is leaving to go to France for a year, talked to another friend about her relationship with her boyfriend and their potential marriage within the next year or so, and run into a friend from junior high who is now 6 months pregnant. My baby sister will be legal to drink come next week, on the same day that another friend leaves the country to travel many others over the next year.

Apparently, the way I've chosen involves answering very personal yet open ended questions in 700 characters or less. All I can do is hope that it will be good enough for the complete strangers ranking my worthiness. Maybe I'm the only one who finds this entirely ridiculous.

Don't get me wrong - I don't believe that my entire identity or worth is found in my career, my marital/relationship status, or my geographic location. I don't think I define my life by milestones. It's just that it's been so long since I've had one that isn't "first flat tire while driving" or "first pie crust made from scratch".

I'm stuck mid-stride with my foot in the air, just waiting for it to come down on something solid.

Tasty

I haven't posted in a while. There wasn't a whole lot to talk about, and I wasn't feeling particularly inspired by anything either. This weekend was semi-eventful, so I thought I'd share some things that I learned over the past few days.

• I can survive a flat tire on the highway, stay relatively calm, and come out of it happy, safe and NOT completely broke. All within one hour.
• I apparently have nice hands.
• I can be an extremely messy eater. By eating just one wing, I managed to get sauce all over my new white shirt.
• Abercrombie & Fitch is the most ridiculous store in existence. No wonder people in this continent feel bad about themselves. I tried on a small T-shirt and felt like a whale. Plus, when I walked into the store at the Eaton Centre, I was greeted with a huge black and white poster of a naked male torso. You can't even buy one of those there.
  
• John Mayer is still awesome. Even when some people at his free concert are obnoxiously rude.
  
• Med school applications will forever be ridiculous. I hate them.
• I am extremely good at spending money, and I actually do talk myself out of buying things quite often... out loud. Once, I caught myself slapping my own hand and saying, "NO, Sabrina!"
  

Important life-changing lessons to savour until next time. Mmmm.