let's start a riot

There are those days when you want to die. And there are those days where you feel absolutely inspired.

This week has had its fair share of those.

There are few things in life I love more than Arsenal Football Club. I realize I'm not from North London. I realize I may only get a chance to simply visit the N5 if I'm lucky. But there's something to be said for someone who gets up at 7:30am on a Saturday morning for something. The day started off well enough with a 3-0 win over Tottenham (a club I hate so much they don't even get their name bolded). Fantastic.

There are also mysteries in my life that I wonder how I get into them. Like dressing as a One Night Stand for Halloween. Or venturing into unknown underground forest raves. Or dancing on bridges in parks. Or showing up at a party that has nothing to drink. Or wearing heels in mud at the previously mentioned forest rave. Or time traveling.

And then there's the days in my life I hate bacteria. The days in my life I hate germs. The days in my life I hate everyone around me. The days in my life where I'm stuck in bed and miss classes because I feel so shitty.

And then there's the times in life when you hear Barack Obama speak and you're absolutely inspired to do something about life.

To another week.