• I sit carelessly on the stiff chair. The metal legs make a clicking sound against the hard floor. I look down on the paper in front of me and make a paper airplane. Bending the corners and measuring the sides, i fold the homework and chuck it across the class. No one cares. I look around. People huddle in groups and talk of inane bullshit they saw or heard that they think is funny and might impres others. I roll my eyes in a bitchy manner. No one cares. I look at the ceiling and start counting the titles. Six, eight, forty-eight, plus some other tiles in the corner. Fifty-six. I am out of things to do. No one cares. I stand up and aproach a group. They are flashing their utra-cool cellphones with the little ‘B’ blinking on their screens. Probably some trite bullshit of a chick sticking a dildo up her ass. Who cares? No one, including me. I want to say something but everyone is too much busy looking at their Nokias, with some pansy jumping around on the TFT screen. I don’t care, and go back to my seat. I stare at my watch and the class won’t end for another 30 minutes. The teacher left and is probably doing coke lines in the bathroom, because i wsure would if I taught a class full of rich idiots. I begin to think of hot’n’sexy. Damn i want to tit bang her. Then my train of though stops at a stop called Future. What is waiting for me in the future? The hell am i to do after college. What college is it going to be? Damn, she got into Harvard. What the hell? I want to be accepted to Harvard just so i can send them a rejection letter. I wonder how many of those they’ve gotten. What the hell would be my major? Economics? Law? Forestry? Basket weaving? Definitely not law.

• I doze off for a while. I wake up. No one cares. How much time has passed? Is the class going to end any time soon. Everyone is still watching the damn 3gp video. I remember my train. Right, my future job. I decide.

• Being the epitome of cool, awesome, intelect, and wit that i think know i am, i decide to become… *gasp* *a child’s cry*… The Authority on everything.

• That’s right, i will become an authority on everything and everyone. Anyone has a question, a doubt, an idea? Bring it to me and i will decide if it is bullshit. I imagine sitting on a great hill, with clouds beneath my feet. People from all around the world come to see me and hear me out. Philosophers, lawyers (no not lawyers), doctors, teachers, peasents, anyone. They bring me their troubles and issues and i hear it. I think for a minute, sitting with my thumb up my ass. I say smething equally mind-boggling, witty, funny, and revolutionary. The man bows and leaves.

• “What is the meaning of life?” a man asks.

• “Nothing, dickface.”

• Whoa, that would kick ass. Maybe then these dipshits won’t waste time prancing around during TOK class with their Bluetooth on, arguing with me about morals and ethics. Who the hell do they think they are? Aristotle? Sophocles? Screw you! I am the authority. I am the one who knows everything.

• You need to know who is wrong or who is right? Ask me, I know.

• I won’t charge a cent, besides the $2000 entrence fee, and am willing to finally hear you out, you sad fuck.

• Go ahead. Sign up now, and get a free blender.

Well hello! The infamous, me, Ben, is returning to the city of apples aka. Alma-ata on tuesday. Such was decided over a good italian dinner last night with family friends. Familiy friends who saved my ass.

Overall, my stay wasnt too bad. Met some people from elementary school which i havent seen for like 10 years. Friday night i went to a Bar with them and got a lesson concering german teenagers. Sitting on a table with 6 girls and 1 guy, from whom i only really know one of them. The guy is sitting on the table, half passed out and just launching bottle cap projectiles onto other tables. Listenting to the girls’ conversation made me go crazy…Its all about fucking tatoos and piercing, and how big of discounts who has because they go to the same tatoo parlor every day. Concerning drinks…Germany teenagers drink vodka as well. Only, with a slight modification. First of all, its called Porn Vodka, and isnt chased with another drink, but with nothing but with multi colord sugar, which tastes kinda sour. Dont know what that shit is called. If you chase with another drink your considered a pussy. Now, me not drinking Vodka, i just stuck to my beers. At one point i called the waiter over to the table, and orderd a PinaColada and an Apple juice….WHAT??? APPLE JUICE???? Everyone on the table got quiet until one girl starts laughing and tell the waiter that im already drunk and accidentaly said apple juice. Wanna driink any non alcoholic stuff around them? Forget it.

What the fuck is ventelation? Sitting in that bar which is in some fucking basement people with Asthma probably shouldnt go there. So fucking smoked up down there that you can see the fuckling light rav of the lamps all the way down to the floor.

Yes, anyways, enought of Germany. For now there’s two more month of Almaty in front of me before i have to go back. Coming back monday night. Godda make good use of the nice internet and download some shit before im back to 26.8 k modem

Poka