The livin's easy...
So, summer is just around the corner. I took/bombed my last final today, and all I have left is a bullshit philosophy paper on the ten theories of human nature due monday, a.k.a. I'll write it in an hour on Sunday night because I am the man and can bang out like 5 pages every 30 minutes (I've been timed). I can't wait to go home, but at the same time I know I'm going to miss school. Slade's been good to me...actually...fuck Slade and fuck Mike Knowell that fucking tongue-ring having faggot. I'm going to bake Ms. Stapleton a pie or something and bring it to her next week because I just found out that she, she sweetest cooking teacher ever, is calling it quits and retiring after this year. She's a real peach. Alright, well I need to go pick up some ice to fill my makeshift dufflebag/cooler invention, so I can bring my two massive sirloins and pack of burgers, along with my 12 Corona's and limes to my kick-ass rugby BBQ today...oh yeah, I miss rugby wicked bad...I fucking can't wait until next season. Alright, the time has come, peece.