Studying Is Not As Fun As Kids In Text Books Make It Out To Be

First things first I think the title of this post would make a great band name. They would play a mix of acid jazz and rap. Shit'd be pretty damn cash. But I digress that is not why I'm here. The true reason is because I've been studying all morning, with the exception of my previous post, and have grown tired of pretending to give a shit. As a result I am going to explain, in great depth, how I just made my delicious Bacon/Egg Sandwich.

First I went to the fridge to see what there was to eat. Upon inspection I found that egg, bacon and bagels were all in rather plentiful supply. I grabbed all that shit and set to cooking. First I put a good six or seven slices of bacon in a pan. In another pan was three eggs. I cooked both to a delicious done-ness and then sprinkled some random herbs and shit on them to make that crap classy. Then I let the bacon fry to a delicious finale whilst I placed cheese on top of all the eggs and allowed it to melt over them. By this point I had three bagels out and lightly toasted so I put the eggs with cheese and bacon on them. Then I came over here and prepared to eat them. About two bites into my first one I realized two things. One: I had left the burner on and the fridge open. I didn't see this as too big a problem because the two should just cancel each other out. It's science. The second thing was that I wasn't actually hungry so I stopped eating and fed two and a half bacon egg cheese bagel's too my dumb dog. She is now lying on the couch groaning in pleasure and sleeping off what must be like two million dog calories.

Well that story sucked. I guess the only other thing to say is that we're almost done with school. The other fact of this is that my birthday is over break. The other fact is I want to hang out with friends and toats chill on a designated day used to signify my triumph like eighteen medical problems with my birth. Up yours god medicine will kick your ass any day. Bitch.

The point of this was I kind of came to a decision. I will probably be holding a chill sesh on June 25th (the saturday after we get out of school). This will be to celebrate my triumph over science and medicine in what people called "the second birth of Jesus". I may or may not have started the rumor but hey, who you gonna believe? There is going to be no set thingy just basically a wear shitty clothes cuz theres a pool and ima pushabitch init. Also prior to the party I'm gonna load up my walking wallet of a mother and go to every $2 shop in melbourne (or the equivalent thereof) and buy foam swords, inflatable pool toys and tonnes of bouncy balls. were gonna have ourselves a massive calvin-ball game.

Since there's actually only like three people who read this thing that will be in the right country this is really a shout out to them. Also Vanessa because FUCK YOU for not inviting me to your party. Lewis. Your coming. Max. Your coming. Jamie. Your coming. Sven (follower). Your coming.

 AAAAAAAAAMEN