Cruising… Take me home, please… I miss the heat. The semester has gotten to the halfway point and it’ll be done before I know it. I’ve been reflecting on my performance thus far and I realize that, like I do with most aspects of my life I’ve just been recklessly cruising along. This lack of force on my gas pedal is not going to help me win the race against time and shit needs to pick up. I'm afraid that it’s going to take something scary chasing me before I even bother trying to pick up the pace. My grades are in jeopardy which is scary but apparently not scary enough. As far as other aspects of life, I'm cruising out of fear of moving too fast or not giving myself enough time to think before acting. The side effect of that I think….is I feel like literally, everything is moving too fast for me to handle. Regardless of if I slow down the earth is still speeding through the dark void of space in a continuous and constant orbit aroun...