Fleetily Updated

Ok, I missed October. I'll be switching timestamps for this post so I can have an October post. Haha.

So in actuality, it's November. Sembreak fleeted by just like that. Or should I say, October fleeted by. Sheesh, that month was one of the fastest ever. Sometimes I think Earth has moved into a portion of space where gravity or dark matter is really strong and time is acutely bent. That is, time went really fast and we poor earthlings don't notice that because we're in the moving reference frame but still by our instincts, we feel like this is not right and time is really fast.

Or I could accept the other solution. That we are indeed really busy and we simply don't have enough time. And that we wish God slowed Earth's rotation when he did the Creation. It would really be great, having 40 or 72 hours a day. 12 hours of sleep would definitely be legal without sacrificing time for academics or org stuff.

My consciousness is just flowing right now. I'm typing what comes in my head. If anyone would ask me how do I do now, I'd say I'm sad. Though not suicidal sad. That was hours ago, when I learned that I got an INC in CE 197. Yes, an INC. Somewhere along the stretch of October, our prof failed to receive our final paper. My guess. Our group's guess since the whole group is INC. There could be no other reason for this to happen.

When I saw that three caps, cracks run across the walls of my reality like lightning bolts, branching root-like but crackly and brittle. The type of shock even tears won't flow. Like being inside a giant bell, be the clapper, swinging along the bell's walls, the shock of each hit on your body and the deafening shouts each toll makes. It's shaking your every bone, blasting the eardrums. I'm being very imaginative in describing how I felt. Maybe the fluidity of my mind right now arms me of that.

But that subsided already. I'm calmed that I won't lose my standing and my honor is still running. But the idea that Phi Kappa Phi was absorbed by it numbs me a bit. Though I don't really care of honor societies. They're just big fucked ups to group them honorific by name. Like elitists. Or I'm starting to console myself by being really bitter about it. Excrete the idea like poo.

I should be sleeping by now. I had a sudden urge of resting my head on somebody else's shoulder. Bony and uncomfortable yet warm with the lux of hair. I want a girlfriend now. I'm being impulsive. And mad. I want you to be my girlfriend now. My post is shooting in different directions. I want you here by my side. Warm me on my side of the bed.