Bleeding Cerulean

I'm bleeding all the colors of blue.

I am Atenean, blue.

I am Magis, dark blue.

I am conyo, deep sea blue.

I am SOH, pale light blue.

I find blue to be the freshest color in the spectrum. When you're thrown with the prism of the world, you realize that you indeed bleed blue.

Chicken Dance

In the distance you can hear the distinct sound of a falling coin.

You hear it everywhere. Students shelling out metal disks like World War 2 bombshells. 1's, 5's, 10's. Where the value for them is equivalent to dust. Mist that is there one moment and gone the next, hardly missed.

These coins are like candy trails, where one hops from one to the next, hardly looking up, only gazing down to search hungrily for the next lead to success.

Everyone looks like hordes of chickens.

Dysfunctia

I'm in a room full of dysfunctional computers manned by dysfunctional people, me included.

Sometimes you only know how fast you're going when you have to slow down.

I've always wondered why college humans were so explosive. Tired, hysterical, serious. Make up your minds!

But now that I've joined the ranks...

Term paper.

Feature article.

Math long test.

Friends.

Chem quiz.

Enemies.

Lunch.

No lunch.

Time.

Barely enough time.

Service hours.

Bring your ID.

Homework.

Extra credit.

Delirium.

Dementia.

Dysfunctia.

It's going so fast, you're barely panting before you're back on the road, and you can't help but wonder as you're hurtling along why the only thing you got from college was how to create a word like "Dysfunctia".

Revivation in Fil 10

My Fil class has two redeeming factors.

You could call them people. I call them friends.

The first speaks his mind blatantly. Swear words fall from his mouth like rain. He mostly doesn't care on who's hearing, and he wouldn't care if anyone was anyway. He is his own man, and hates being in boxes. He knows who he is, and he knows his weaknesses. He talked to me first - that in itself is a point in his favor. We randomly and suddenly became friends, how, I have no idea. 

The second is a bucket of sunshine, which is a big contrast to the first, his friend, who's a downpour of rain. This one has to look hard for a flaw to find it. He's always grinning, no matter what the circumstance. I have yet to see him stressed or put out, which is a feat in the seventh week of college life. 

My friendship with them is something I'd call strange. I never expected that I'd get along with people like them. Their combination makes up an atmosphere where one can be oneself, and doesn't have to pretend. I know that anything I say will be accepted because I am who I am, and I do not have to be anything else. 

My Fil class has two redeeming factors.

And without them, I'd probably wasting away in the corner of Kostka 204.