terrible plato essay

the library is a stupid place.

im sitting in front of a computer.

i have to print an essay

but i just kinda wanna die.

its really early. i wrote this essay

a couple hours ago with the tv on mute.

when i finished i unmuted the tv for a reward.

the cast of happy days was on the news

ron howard and henry winkler were live via satellite

from beautiful sunny l.a.

theres this idiot girl next to me talking on her phone.

i hate her - who even knows anyone to talk to at nine in the morning?

in front of me theres this fat kid playing gameboy advance.

his browser is on a zelda gaming website. i wonder why hes here so early to play zelda.

maybe he needs to beat a level before his video game class starts.

its too hard for him

he needs to cheat!

the stupid girl is telling her friend to come to the library

but her friend doesnt know where the library is.

i close my eyes and pretend to sleep

i hear her telling her friend how to come to the library.

i pretend that im her, and i imagine not caring that im

at the library really early talking to my idiot friend who doesnt know

where the college library is.

im typing this in 9 size font so she cant see

but im probably being over cautious.

she probably cant read.

that gameboy kid is gone now, and now theres a blonde girl

with a pink shirt on there.

pink and blonde are very feminine.

i try to imagine the girls face

but all i can imagine is the nerds stupid old navy cap.

who the fuck wears an old navy cap?

i look to my left and theres an old asian man sitting there.

i dont know how to feel about him.

i think i should print

my terrible plato essay.