Alive and ailing

Just wanted to say, I am alive and well (not really). But I will survive *starts playing 70’s disco I-Will-Survive musik*Just to take note, some Muddy Grass people deserved to be killed. Shall not elaborate more to avoid clashes in interest. If you don’t like this comment, kill me. Go ahead. Try. 

time is out of joint

Too many things to do, too little time. It’s a rush to the finish line! Hurry Hurry!

Wassup?

Okay, I have been bumming around and my only concerns in the world are eating, sleeping and playing frisbee. What a life right? These 4? weeks have been zooming past and there’s a surprisingly growing pile of junk on my table demanding attention. But of course, my iron-clad bum is still firmly affixed onto my current seat and I am unwilling to pry myself away from my precious Mac just to clear my stuff and pick up the pen. I have forms to fill in, letters to send and the pile of junk to clear away. Unfortunately, my clearing away just means it gets pilled around onto the floor/chairs etc. basically- any empty space around me. One day I will be buried in a circle of my own junk when it grows too much.

Uncertain

I think I am going to miss everyone when I leave. I don’t know why but these few days I have been thinking of my imminent departure. Truth is, I am rather frightened by the prospect. New environment. New friends. New team. New weather. I don’t know how I am going to cope with it all. It’s horrendously scary. I think I am not seeing enough of all my friends too. 1 month is going to pass really fast. And soon it will be time to leave.

On the other hand, I am really getting into frisbee. I cant help it but every-time I stop playing I can’t wait for the next training. I love Ultimate. But shin splints are getting worst. It has gone from the normal shin splint pain to a acute sharp pain. I hope nothing is wrong.

So many thoughts going through my head now. My whirling mind is in a tornado of thoughts.