Smooth, Nightness

I wake up early at morning, 30 minutes before the clock utter the college time.

I ride to University my speed-o bike, is about 7:30. If there are not mishaps I reach it one hour later.  

English class  start at 9 o'clock, French one at 11:05. I seldom eat in schedule, I'd rather wait till it is over to have lunch at Papa Sucia. Then I ride back home, I usually sleep after my arriving there. I get up around 3- 4 o'clock a few seconds later I read somewhat short-stories. 

The night spread out over my cramped room, and I feel the beast of my ideas, panting, racking, eating up my strength, I encaged and tamed it with a meager meal.

It is the final quarter of night, fun is my main aim. I play  "The Clash" to get a sort of atmosphere and I watch old-fashion series. 

Thus I finish.