Sardines
There really is no point to doing much outside of classes here except Wooden Center maybe. I love and admire the talent and effort of our sports teams but I mean like, fucking....no time to brew some coffee and had to buy one from the filthy vending machine with coffee grinds fossilized inside them from way...I just felt like a sardine on my way to class. One person after another passed by. Some I knew from a course before. One guy had his zipper open and I reminded him out loud to zip it up and he frowned like he was giving me a middle finger with his face!
I see all the exam pressures building up like it does in waves and then back at it again and again. There's got to be more to all of this but there really isn't. Just classes, exams, and the gym to be sexy. I go to the gym because I am the sexiest Bruin alive and it's nobody else's business.
There's just a lack of uniqueness here. I see the clubs full of like-minded individuals who create community out of a sense of uniqueness. That's why I want a good wrestling club so we can each be unique and still take each other down tournament style. I think nobody likes wrestling anymore because of how WWE writing is so lazy and the shows underperform and the tickets cost way too much. Or they think that everyone who likes wrestling is like the former owner of WWE who is speculated to have taken a dump on someone's chest!
I do that kind of shit, literally. I'm in class right now and I feel like drawing a picture of mark tramo having a dump taken on his chest by a TA who I have a crush on. Maybe if I study hard in this class enough to get 100%, I can get her attention finally.