Between Classes

So...jweb here again.

I am walking between classes. I had a great Painting 2 class. It was awesome! Until I left the class. I am going to kill someone and it's not myself this time.

I am walking on the lawn between two buildings....minding my own business, getting ready to grab lunch when this guy walks past me and he put his arm out in front of me as if he was going to close line me but then he didn't. He swooped his arm over my head and made a little "whoop" sound. What the fuck! I don't know this guy. He is just another fucking loser going to community college and I have no fucking clue why he would do something like that.

I wanted to immediately kill this guy. I did not care aboutthe consequences. I was thinking of them so I am not insane but I didn't care. I wanted to grab a pen out of my bag and run behind him and stab him at least 37 times in the face. I would attempt not to growl a primal scream before hand so I wouldn't attract too much attention. It would just look like two friends going at it. Hoepfully, I could keep stabbing him in the throat and he could not scream...so by the time that I was finished with said asshole, I could scurry away quickly...no douby dripping with his blood and articles of his larynx.

I think that I could at least get to the other side of campus to my car before anyone saw him there actually bleeding. People would hopefully think I was just hurt or something and I was running to get to the hospital. No one really fucking cares anyway! Everyone is too fucking busy worrying about themselves. No one cares about a dead guy on campus until it affects them. No one cares about the guy who slew the dead guy on campus until he threatens their lives.

So, anyway! That was my story. I am back in my room. I have washed off the blood...haha, and now I am getting ready to watch youporn.com.

I will talk to you soon. Maybe even sooner if I find out where that guy actually lives...then we can have a Patrick Bateman call/blog scene.

Peace,
jweb