Already?

I am so distressed that it is already spring break.

It's already March.

I seriously cannot handle time passing this quickly. I hate it so much.  The past two months have passed in a whirl and my head is still spinning.

So much has happened since the beginning of the year. 

I was broken down and built back up.
I've had the busiest semester of my life.
I've been France-sick.
I've been homesick.
I've felt disconnect from those I love.
I ((once again)) kissed and wish I could take it back.
I conquered my first two major tests, pulling the grades I wanted.
I skipped more class than I should have.
I planned Bible studies and learned more from them than anyone else there.
I ran the race, ate 9 doughnuts, and managed not to make anyone mad that weekend.
I've been jealous of the time he spends with others and not me.
I've been jealous of the time they spend with themselves and not me.
I've worn pink spandex.
I've been DD for too many late night pizza or Cook Out runs.
I've acquired an online shopping problem.
I've spent too much money.
I've eaten too much food without darkening the door of the gym.
I played in the snow.
I had a cold.
I played Qwelf.
I've cried.
I've yelled.
I've hit and punched and kicked (literally).
I've laughed.
I've panicked.
I've trusted.
I've forgotten other important things that have happened...

Here I am, reading through this list and feeling that even though this is a rather long list, its passed in the blink of an eye.

You know something is wrong when the first half of a semester passes ten times more quickly than an entire semester in Europe does...