I miss my friends/time travel sadness

I’m going through one of my periodic “I miss all of my friends, even the ones I see all the time, and I am so sad that every single person I love doesn’t live right on my street and eat dinner at my house every night” phases. Being in school makes me sorta lonely. I imagine all of my friends having constant parties that are really fun, and rapidly forgetting about me while I work through mounds of homework.
I know I’ve said this before, but I wish that Time was more malleable. I wish I could stretch out this afternoon to fit in another four hours, so I could finish all of my readings and go out on the town tonight with a clear conscience. I also wish I could move backward and forward on my own personal timeline, os that when I get stressed out and overwhelmed I could simply take a quick trip back to the summer of ’99 when I was a camp counselor and was briefly and completely content with my world. And when I miss old friends I could return to happy times together, and just look at them. I would still want to live my life here in the present, and I wouldn’t want to know my future, I would just occasionally dip into my past.
I don’t know if I would want to observe moments or relive them. It would be great to experience those first kisses with Martin on New Years Eve again, or spend a couple hours watching a movie with my head resting on Liz’s knees. But the logistics of that would get sticky, I think. Because would I be experiencing it as if it were the first time, or knowing that I was a Future Willow coming back for seconds? And if so, would that heighten or ruin the magic of the moment? That’s something that would have to be worked out.
I would love to return to awesome parties or clubs that have since closed down. I’d love to have a real 3-D look at Stephen before he had dread locks, or Sam when her hair was still mauve. I’d love to see my younger self and touch her face and love her, and give her the sympathy and forgiveness that she couldn’t give herself. (I’d love my future self to give me that gift now…) I’d love to pet my dead kitties and hug my dead grandparents. I wouldn’t try and meddle with my life or anyone elses. I would be so gentle.
Instead I will try to finish my homework early enough in the day tomorrow that I can call some old friends on the phone and remind them of funny things that happened to us together, and tell them that I love them. And I will try to remember that in less than a year I will have my MAT and my friends will still be my friends and we will have plenty of parties and good times.
If anyone is working on a time travel machine though, do you think you could speed it up a little? Thanks.