Whats The Haps?

I look at my tv. The static sound invading my room. I've done all the rounds of my drinks too. And it just so happens that its night, woo. I get up from my couch. The black leather exterior giving out. With rats running around on the ground fast. I kept some rat traps somewhere, *CLACK* there goes that. Thats that. Walking to my room, computer on. With some dude, talking about his life. I turn off the tab which will soon be my doom, the start of strife. I look at my homepage, with a thin grin. A simple want is what I want. College is the motive. I hop onto Yahoo, and see all the recruits. my emails booming with, "we want yous." Of course they do, its a business not a place of innovation. If I went to Harvard itd be like a pagan going to church. A latent thing I see a bunch is that they seem so terse. So laconic, so blunt. So catastrophic it wants me to smoke want. I hate the search for a day to even wain away. Looking at all these universities and seeing nothing that glimmers. I could go into a trade and be paid chump change. The worlds burning and I have nothing but disdain. Location is out in Germany. Dresden, my friend had me come out here to stay for a week. (Part 1)