All this is going to be, is a rant, so don’t bother reading it if you’re not interested.
I wake up at 6 and get ready for college, and have to leave the house at 8:30 because that’s what bus I get. Unfortunately, the fucking bus didn’t appear until 10:14 fucking rammed with people, I wasn’t getting on that bus for shit, I’ll get the next one, luckily the next one was about 10 minutes after. I arrive into college, a little bit late, since I was supposed to be there at 9:15, when I try to explain myself to my lecturer, he didn’t care to listen, after, I spent break with some college mates, and some crack head approached me ranting “Punk’s not dead” and some other drugged up jargon I couldn’t understand, I tried to make the conversation last as little as possible, but he followed me, so eventually I just ignored him, and continued, because I literally couldn’t be fucking bothered at this point. For last lesson, I was given a little bit of a break, where I could record playing directly into a computer, but that got boring after about an hour, and I had to look like I was interested for the second hour which was very hard, because it was brain numbingly boring by the 1:30 mark. To top it all off; When I left college I intended to get the 3:45 bus, but that failed to arrive, so I ended up getting on a full bus, luckily, because I was on an early stop, I managed to get a seat, unluckily, I was stuck between a group of scally’s to my front, and a pair of idiots to my back, in which the height of their conversation was being called a “centurion”, because apparently, if you drink 100 pints in 100 minutes, you claim that title. The only reason that is such a height of conversation is because it’s so much fucking bullshit, it’s hard to not laugh at it. Also, as I was getting off the bus, one of the scally’s in front complained because I stepped on his toe, despite it obviously being an accident, and me apologizing afterwards.
I managed to do this entire day without a cigarette, I’m not sure how the fuck I did it, but I really want to mash something’s face.
“If one kills a man, he becomes a murderer, if one kills millions, he becomes a hero because the path of right and wrong has been shaken by their influence. So how do we know if what we’re doing is right?”—Anonymous