Eight Days a Week
23rd June 2010 with 60 comments
I hate time. Someone once asked me what I would wish for if I had one wish. I would pause time. Whether or not I want to grow old while time is paused, I don’t quite know. (We know what happened when Bart and Milhouse froze time.) But if I could pause time and take certain people with me or do certain things… the hell I would. How much more I could do with more time, with less deadlines, and to just forget about time even for a few moments.
Life is short. It tore me up when my 15 year old cousin passed away. Yesterday I was wondering why I couldn’t live for everything she never got to live for. Not because I have to, but because I want to.
In our lives there are many things we have to do. Things like go to school, shower, brush teeth, travel, and eat. So many times I have wanted to not do those things. I don’t want to do the things I have to do. I want to do the things I want to do.
Life has too many duties, and not enough time to do everything. Why do people make “bucket lists”? Is it because life is short? Because it’s a challenge to fit everything we can into a period of time?
It upsets me that yesterday my mum told me I wasn’t allowed to go out. She won’t tell me when I’m allowed. It makes no sense. I’m nineteen. I’m not even allowed to go out when I want. Never mind what my mum or dad say -I accept what they say but deep down, I don’t think it’s very fair.
I was looking forward to this break for a long time. I want to see James because his internship is finally finished. We want to go to the zoo. I want to see Lilian because I only see her about twice a year. I want to visit high school and see all my old teachers.
How many times I’ve been called Superwoman, Superwuggs1, Super Georgina, and everything past the moon – is beyond me – but it means a lot. I hardly believe how much I get done in a day and how much I seem to do, but every time I receive a compliment I want to smile because it encourages me.
Today I cried.
I cried because I was happy. Something I haven’t done in years. I looked back on my first day of university and how scared I was that I would have to make new friends and that I might get lost. I look at how far I’ve come, and the friends I’ve made, and the friends I still have.
The journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath your feet.
We might not have all the time in the world, but we have time. We can’t pause time, we can’t get a TARDIS2 (sorry Sebby), we can’t change what we’ve done in the past.
We might wish there were more than 24 hours in a day, wish there were eight days a week, wish that for a moment we could stop everything from taking place – but we’ll have to keep on dreaming, right?
- James calls me “Wuggs”. ↩
- Time machine in Doctor Who. ↩

At such a tender age as well. Seriously. FIFTEEN. It really puts things in perspective when you hear about someone dying that young. I hope wherever your cousin is, she’s at peace. Life can’t have been easy for her.
It’s cos we’re all AMAZED by your ability to deal with horrid time constraints
Yay! Hahaaha, we’ve ALL come a long way. The first day of uni was scary as for me too!
Or I could just keep obsessing over Skandar Keynes
WE MUST CONVERT HIM! Hahahaha.

Sometimes I don’t want to do the laundry.
I know I have to or risk getting yelled at.
I hardly see my friends. They’re really busy with their own stuff. I went to visit my old high school. A lot has changed since then. There’s a lot of new teachers. Some of the teachers I had either moved to another school or retired.
I don’t like when things don’t have prices on them and I have to ask.
. And I was like “Yeah”.
Oh and that is because I already figured it out. I just didn’t have the footer include thingy in the correct spot.
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Zaphiie
23rd June 2010 at 9:38 pm
I feel so mean giving you a comment to return! Chill and leave it for a few days if you can’t be bothered – I totally understand.
Short comment only today, because I’m trying to write an art essay for tomorrow and failing miserably.
I completely understand the feeling of wanting more time. Everything seems to go too quickly, and it just gets filled up with work and chores and everything you DON’T want to do at that moment. Right now, I really need a break – especially from my violin teacher, but that’s another story.
I’d love to be able to just pause time whenever I wanted. Imagine how much time I would have to sleep/procrastinate/finish work then!
I think people make bucket lists not because there’s so much to cram in to a short amount of time, but because they want to make their time worthwhile. I don’t think that made sense…
Ahh
Essay. Must run. The term ends in two days so I’ll come back and comment in more properness (that’s how tired I am – it’s affecting my command of the English language!) when I have more time!
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Georgie
23rd June 2010 at 10:06 pm
Haha don’t feel mean. Such is life. At least it’s easy to return yours. I look forward to returning ones that I can just respond to on my blog.
Good luck with the art essay! I think my brother ends school next week though. I want to visit my high school, but I feel like I’m strapped for time.
I would love to be able to sleep if I were to pause time. I would sleep as much as I wanted, resume time, and it would be like nothing happened…
I think that is true though, we do have to make the time we spend and the things we do worthwhile, somehow.
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