Why are there never enough minutes in an hour? Never enough hours in a day? I wish there was enough time for me to pursuit all my interests. But instead, time is like money. I never know where it went, or how it went by so fast o-o Everything's a trade-off . . . I can't have this, if I have that. Let's go off to fairyland~ where I can finish my homework, then have ample time to play my piano, then my guitar, then my erhu, then my violin, then write a novel, maybe a poem or two, then paint a pretty picture, then hop along the beautiful meadows taking photos and smelling the flowers. Wouldn't that be nice. OH and, still have time to watch the