Been almost three weeks since I left this place abandoned. Or has it been more than three weeks? Well it matters not. I've been... busy, or at least I think.
But that's not the point today
Physiology exam is on 17th this month, which is 3 days from now, and I'm still struggling to remember all that crap about the way the body functions and whatnot, the mechanisms behind digestion... like when unit A uses a Tango of Essifation, 0 damage is dealt to the unit before the regen, which can be proven using Lord of Avernus... wait that's DotA mechanics, not digestive mechanisms.
I mean, much has been going on lately, with my clan in total disorder, my thoughts in pieces and my ankle sprained... well a sprained ankle is the least of my worries when I think about the upcoming exams and my ascending to the post of godfather of the clan.
At times I do wish I had certain someone by my side, someone capable enough to help me out with all these stuff, though I highly doubt the possibility of said person appearing any time soon.
Yesterday has by far been the worst, with me:
1) Burning my dinner.
2) Breaking my glasses which have been with me since I was 16.
3) Forgetting about my sprained ankle and going for basketball, only to be reminded of it later.
4) Having no dinner as a result of burning said dinner.
And worst part is I can't study. Not with the cicadas chirping outside my window (a call for me to go on a rampage in the hostel Rena-style). Not with the heat either. The underpowered fan isn't helping too. The study room downstairs is even worse, with the lack of mosquito netting, and lack of ventilation.
Even worse, my mind keeps drifting away, from Tachibana Kanade to the C200 back home to the roads and slopes of Japanese mountain passes.
Speaking of Tachibana Kanade, I really really do recommend watching Angel Beats, a show airing this season. 13 episodes, with a bloody awesome OP by Lia, and with good insert songs to match. The story is good too, somewhat inspiring, yet being able to touch one's heart.
Well I might've had too much of that, I mean, last night I had a dream, which fitted perfectly. In that world, I was dead, and I was at a school, a school for the afterlife. It was so real, I mean, I saw a couple of my Volgograd mates there too, and my death was so bizarre. I was in my C200 back home, driving my parents and a girl whose face I don't really remember. I can even remember I was turning out from the junction in front of my old house in BM when the engine failed (exact same problem I had last summer, where a component in the engine controlling the petrol/air mixture flow into the pistons spoiled, thus causing a severe lag, and a sudden stop) and a lorry came slamming into us. I blacked out, and the next moment I opened my eyes, I was there again. For the first time in my life, I actually experienced the fear of not being able to see my parents again, of not being able to see my friends, and not being able to see her again.
Damn when I jerked up, I was shivering from the fear of it. My heart was beating like a drummer on steroids and I was panting. No I don't want to have such a nightmare again.
On a side note though, I gotta call home and ask my mum if she's already fixed that C200, otherwise I'm not driving that car this summer.
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