Urges to Urinate

But I don't feel like neglecting this urge to write.

I haven't been in school for over 2 years, and this morning was my first class since. It felt refreshing. It felt unbelievably scary. I kept worrying about what everyone was thinking of me. I'm glad I decided to take a shower beforehand.

The professor is pretty young. He seems real nice, but he gives off a creep vibe. I couldn't help but imagine him jerking off to nasty, fetish porn in a dark room with the monitor's glow reflecting off of his glasses. Then maybe after he was done, he'd turn on some classical music and make himself some spaghetti. Actually, I feel bad about saying that. He does seem real nice, and he doesn't deserve my little prejudice scenarios.

I've been at the campus since my class was over at 11:55am. It's 3:36pm now. I enjoy taking my time. To be honest, it took me so damned long to study because I have issues with turning word problems into formulas or expressions. Whatever. Before I sat down to study, I needed to go to the bathroom and rid my body of the explosive waste that was churning inside me. No way can someone concentrate with that going on. I can't even concentrate when by myself, listening to instrumental music, and totally content.

I'm sure Noe's family is going to start shitting bricks soon since I'm not back at the house yet. I'm missing out on so much, yes: Being constantly confronted that they're poor. I say "they" because although I don't have enough to pay THEIR bills, I can still manage to keep up with my own.

Well, back to the Guzman abode. I need a job.