Oh, What A Beautiful...SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

So why in the hell do they schedule an 8am class and then it only meet 15 minutes every day? Ok, I understand that it's at 8am to help people's schedules. I mean, I wouldn't have time to take it if it wasn't at 8am, but geez. And to make matters worse, I don't have another class until 11am. I mean, if it wasn't for that dumb class, I could sleep until 10:30! I am totally exhausted and burnt out (Yes, I know it's only week 2 of winter quarter and there are 20 more weeks to go before I'm free). If it was a cool class, I might not mind so much, but The Informed Spectator - it's how to watch sports. The first two weeks of class are get into groups and prepare a report on the assigned sport. The third week is presentations. Does the teacher want to teach? At all? This is a pointless class I care nothing about and if I didn't have so much work to do, I would instantly go back to sleep!

Oh, because you were so kind to read this, how about a brief preview of my book, that is just about finished with my editing process? This is a brief scene from the prologue:

3000 Year Ago, The Mountains of Tibet:

Then he saw a black figure moving towards him in a blur. Geisha didn’t run. There was no way to go except off the cliff and that had to be at least as painful as what was coming. He considered the positives of jumping and ending things on his own terms, but that didn’t strike him as right. He would die possessing the dignity he had tried to live every day of his life with.
As the pursuer stopped, Geisha was startled. The man was totally unlike anything he had ever seen or imagined. He was wearing all black and covered from head to toe. But the material was shiny and hard. Strange. The feet were very large and sprawled. The face had no features except for an extension ending in a point in the center. The black thing raised a strange object. He pulled some sort of level attached to it, and Geisha suddenly felt great pain. He had no clue why.
Geisha spun with the impact of the cause of the pain, still not knowing what had hit him, only that it hurt worse than he had ever imagined anything possibly could. The blow staggered him back towards the edge of the cliff. For a moment he teetered, but he had no control of his body while dealing with so much pain. He pitched over the side and began to fall. That didn’t last more than a few seconds before Geisha’s head hit the ground with a sickening crack as it impacted with a stone, the rest of his body tumbling behind it. The angle of the impact had instantly snapped his neck and the pain was gone. The world went blissfully dark.

Qop! (sounds Klingon, doesn't it?):
"I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services." ~ Willow imitating Anya, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, "Triangle"