Today has been going pretty badly so far. I don't really even feel like sharing, but I guess I probably should. I'm being charged with violating the good samaritan act for letting the ice cream guy kill my professor, and conspiring with a terrorist plot, because apparently that's what it was all about (like I said my professor was pretty famous). Oh, and I'm also being sued for aggravated assault on the ice cream dude, because I apparently broke his nose when I was hitting him.

Nothing else of note today so far, except that there's going to be a pretty big party tonight at this club called "Midnight" or something.

I think I might drop this class...

And I was almost a hero...

I was about to go to my Victorian Literature class today, and I stopped at this ice cream and candy stand we have on campus to pick up a Snickers ice cream bar. The guy working there said in one of those thick European accents all the school employees have something about me being his last customer, and shut down the stand behind me. I walked down the hall to my class, but when I opened my Snickers bar it was all melted and got all over my hands.

So I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up, threw out my ice cream bar, and went to class a couple minutes late. The professor is really famous and everything, so I was a little worried about making a bad impression. I pushed open the door to find someone all dressed in black, with a mask, pointing a gun at my teacher!

His back was to me, so I charged at him, knocked him over, punched him in the face like 10 times. I felt like a hero, I'd saved my teacher! There's this cute girl in the class too and I knew she was probably totally impressed. So to top off this great event, I pulled off the guy's mask.

It was the fucking ice cream and candy dude. His nose was all bloody and the blood was in his greasy long European hair and I glared at him with disgust. Then he starts mumbling about it not being a real gun or some shit, and he shows me that the gun's loaded only with gum balls. I thought that was pretty weird but I was looking at the gum balls so I knew it was true. I let him back up.

Then he spun around and pumped round after round of chewy ammunitition into my professor, who came crashing to a heap on the ground like he was made out of Bubble Tape. My perception of reality was shattered. I dove down next to my teacher, feeling his hot blood on my hands. For a moment I fell into delusion, telling myself he was bleeding gooey hot chocolate and not blood, but that was just a cotton candy dream and reality began to sink in like whip cream on a milkshake. I pulled one of the cotton candy bullets from his body (the taste was surprisingly long-lasting, by the way) and watched as the culprit fled headfirst out the window.

So I think I'm gonna drop the class, I just don't think I can face the other students after all that, I feel like they'll be laughing at me. But I was looking foward to that class. What should I do? Help me make up mind, thanks guys.