Lay me down in concrete fields

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mSmOcmk7uQ

Well I am alive after the 3 exam fuck fest, marks aside.

Borrowed time, it feels like that a lot more often than not these days. What am I going to do in April? She gets on that plane home and I am left here to pick up the pieces of what is left. What an idiot David was, fell for someone where there was no real future.

I get teary just thinking about that day. I don't think I will ever hate Pearson airport more than that day. Hold my breathe.

Almost done my fourth year, I'm tired. Two more years of this. Sure, I have no one to blame but myself and ya, I don't envy the stress that comes with the real world. But man, do I hate this place or what?

Lastly, rank 5 of my class. Consider the spread between me and rank 1, which is about 1%, less if memory serves. I will make a bold statement here:

"Had I not become ill, I would have been rank 1."

The countless doctor visits, the hospital trips, the stress, the days when nausea left me crippled or unable to eat.

But I have nothing to be ashamed of, in my heart, the heart of a Lion I will always know I gave it my all, and will always be able to hold my head up high.

Would rank 1 have made me happy?

Not a chance.

Lightning Crashes

Three exams the next few days, one Tuesday and two Wednesday, should be a real Clark.

I have started watching Scrubs from season 1 episode 1. Oh my God, the show is HILARIOUS, shame on me for not watching this earlier. It is a nice reprieve from what is otherwise an endless grind. This semester worse than any other I have experienced. Everything is an uphill battle, it's just...I dunno, I really pushed it hard first semester, pushed it real hard. Then I got sick...and that didn't help anything, still am sick for the record. Sick my whole "break" so it really didn't turn out to be much of a break, and then back into the shit. Head first.

The other day it all really came to a head. I just broke down and started crying in front of my friend. A grown man crying in front of another. That's just what happens when you burn the candle at both ends.

As for this week...keep pressing, keep your head up, and keep on keeping on. I am reminded of the great works of heroes such as Goku. I guess I need my own Kaioken attack.

Give blood. Play hockey.

I live in a world in which structures analyze themselves.The grey rain-curtain rolls back, and all change to silver glass. Then you see it. White shores... and beyond. The far green country under a swift sunrise.

Then I woke up.