I feel fuckin sick and I have to do homework. There is no worse feeling than homework and being sick @ the same time. I could have been partying right now at Treasure Island with Nate and some hot and saucy women. 
Today I had urge on campus to start some rukus. It was another Clockwork Orange moment in myself. I saw three teenagers on a bike and I wanted to ask them for some change for a dollar. When they would get near to exchange currency with me I would fly off the hinges severly crippling all three of them with kicks and punches to the throat and temples of their heads. I knew I could do it. I was the old me welting up inside me for some reason. I could see it happening like some daydream play on the sidewalk of campus. Then I went back to reading my book and reveiwing my notes from class. Why the hell did I even think that thought.
Today I had urge on campus to start some rukus. It was another Clockwork Orange moment in myself. I saw three teenagers on a bike and I wanted to ask them for some change for a dollar. When they would get near to exchange currency with me I would fly off the hinges severly crippling all three of them with kicks and punches to the throat and temples of their heads. I knew I could do it. I was the old me welting up inside me for some reason. I could see it happening like some daydream play on the sidewalk of campus. Then I went back to reading my book and reveiwing my notes from class. Why the hell did I even think that thought.