This is something I wrote on a weekend. No second drafts just wrote it on one stroke just for fun hope you enjoy.
Decided to just keep on writting whenever and whatever.
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8pm. My room. I'm in bed waking up...Fuck, I'm late again.
My thoughts usually are filled with hundreds of curse words when something doesn't go well. I am supposed to be in English class at this time. Instead, I'm butt naked in my room at the college dorm with my laptop turned on. Yes I was watching porn, fuck off. Grabbed my pants and my awesome Black Sabbath shirt and got dressed. A quick at the mirror and my hair looks like someone who spent all night in a mosh pit so I didn't even comb it. Quickly brushed my teeth, grabbed my bag and I ran out of the room. The moment I closed the door, I was stopped by one of my friends.
"You are really late, Jamie". Oh yeah, by the way my name is Jamie.
"Oh hi". Oh right yeah this is my girlfriend Jen. She cares for me, she's great. "I was just in my room getting the books for the next class". She knows I didn't go to the first class. "I know you didn't go to the first class.". Damn you physic powers. "OK OK, I'm sorry I told I would wake up and walk with you and all the romantic shit".
"Shit that gets you laid asshole."
"Does it? Does it really? Or is it my personality?"
"Can we just go to the next class?"
And there we went. I like her but I think there is something about me that she hates. I don't know what.
On the way to the class, she asked me what I have been doing these days since I've been kind of absent on my boyfriend duties. So do you know, I am not cheating on her. I just spent a lot of time playing Diablo 3, getting shitfaced with my friends and the occasional dorm party. So to save myself, I lied and said that I spent some days with my parents. Lies, man's best friend.
At the classroom, the class going the usual way, Professor Andrew... is it Andrew? I'm sorry his name is Andrew or Peter. No, Andrew is the teacher that I didn't go today. Is it Peter?
"Jamie, maybe you could answer me this question since you seem to be so concentrated?"
"Well sir, I think that Kafka's Metamorphosis shows how crazy he actually was and probably should have analyzed what he wrote you know?"
"No I don't know. Because I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about English Literature in the beginning of the 20th century".
"Oh".
So after my genious performance, Jen wanted to have lunch with me so we went to this little place near campus that had the best burguers ever.
