My mind is running at 25 miles per hour

I’m laying my bed typing my 25 mile per hour thought. This is call being anxious. Maybe. But also drunken by the smell of the bacon sous egg bites from a 5-hour work day. It is crazy. I was fast but I was just anxious. It was so busy that my mind feels weird resting. I couldn’t really breath for hours. There were so much stimuli happening within that short period of peaks. It’s like your blood sugar spikes so so high that when it clashes, you don’t know what to do—in shock. 85 just felt like walking in the moon (because I’ve felt nothing like it). There were so so much going on that I had an epiphany of heart attack. One quick pain and then gone at 23. So many craziness that makes me want to scream or throw it all up. I feel overwhelmed. I hold myself in. The bacon Gouda in my system. I could’ve turn into bacon. However, fried. I’m listening to musics. They did some to distract my 25 mile-per-hour drive. Non-stop. Here we go. Ready, set, take-off. I can’t wait to land on my peacefulness. R.I.P p.s. this is not a suicide note. It just felt like it describing. An epiphany of being on the fastest elevator. The mind is a place of fascination not even compared to anything Disney.

Have you ever went out running at 11 p.m.?

I had. Today, my very first sort of out of the blue moved. My Big (a sister at sorority) and I went out to grab for an ice-cream at 9 p.m. She initiated the meeting and asked if an ice-cream shop would be okay. Well, she probably forgot that I don’t eat dairy, but I didn’t want to be difficult about not wanting to eat ice-cream, because I can, but just do not choose to eat. I reasoned that putting other people wishes above mine is a good thing to do and eating an ice-cream and enjoying her company is okay to have once in awhile. I, sometimes, eat a piece of cake, which has dairy in it and I was fine, so I reasoned that a cup of ice-cream wouldn’t be all that bad and she was being kind to ask to hang-out tonight. So, I said, “Yes! I wouldn’t mind at all!”

Well, at the ice-cream shop, we had a pretty good conversation. It was mostly her talking because I enjoyed listening. Anyway, she told me interesting story about her and her boyfriend. That’s was cool. My Big is a really nice girl.

After the meeting ended, I drove home, turned on the K-LOVE (a Christian radio station) and listened to Christian and some Christmas musics. It was so great!

I came back to my dorm, sat, looked over my phone, and started to realized that I felt sluggish, tight, and kind of fat. I know, you might think that I must be crazy! How could a bowl of ice-cream that I didn’t even finish made me feel fat. Well, it sort of did. I felt tight as if my stomach was in shocked and couldn’t digest the ice-cream well. I felt weird inside my stomach and felt like wanting it to come out.

After feeling sort of ill, I decided to go for a run, so I can burn off the calories and potentially feel better. So I did, and went out for a jog. It was 41 degree Fahrenheit outside. I wore enough layers that I didn’t feel as cold, but my hand and face were naked, without any fabric covering them, so it was chilly there, but other than that I simply kept jogging, which I hadn’t done it in a long time~

I ran while listened to my Beats headphone at the same time, but I soon realized how unwilling it was to run against the cold wind. I ran for a good 4 minutes, then stop, remembered thinking to myself how hard it was. My throat started hurting as I continued running against the cold wind. I thought to myself, this isn’t as easy, which I sort of had anticipated. I ran once again, and then stopped, then ran and stoped. I did this running and stopping for about three times, because my throat was hurting. After that I saw a white university truck, which I had this movie running though my mind about being kidnapped, so I ran away from the truck. After that I started seeing the light, so I thought that I will run to that light ahead, make a U-turn and then back to my dorm. So, I decided to simply run toward the night light on the side walk. I was determined, but then I started to see the white university truck again and it was parked next to my night light, so I thought, what even! I quickly turned around and head the opposite direction. Forget about the light, I am heading back to my dorm this time.

So I quickly ran, which by now my body had already gotten the rhythm of me trying to exercise, so I was okay and just kept on running without having to stop because of my throat. I ran and ran, until I started to detect a car light behind me, which was a Lexus that passed me, so I was relieved. I then detected another vehicle light, this time it was the white truck, so I just ran. When I saw it moving in an opposite direction from me, so I was feeling okay.

I finally made it back to my dorm and I started to realized that I did not have my key to open my dorm, so I was worried once again.

I made a call to the CA and someone picked up. When he met me, I knew that he wasn’t that happy because I might could as well be woken him up in the middle of the night form a sweet dream because it was 12 in the morning.

Anyway, I made it back into my dorm, took a shower, and now am writing a blog about the kind of crazy story that just happened and I need to go to sleep now. Adios.