examination

mr. adler (i think that's his name) is my lodging managment teacher. or was. he gave his class a handy dandy sheet with all sorts of questions that would be on the exam. he called it a study guide. what a nice chap. i "learned" (memorized) all the ishnit that was on that golden piece of paper. i waltzed into the final feeling pretty decent after spending zero hours sleeping, many hours killing time, and a couple hours studying. all i needed was a 75 percent or so to get a B in the class. i flew threw the exam. i was so money. like usual, i was on pace to be one of the first 5 people finished with one of adler's stupid tests. i get to question number 40( or somewhere near there) and hit a brick wall. with spikes. rusty metal spikes. the next 20 or so questions individually bent me over and violated me with blunt objects (sans lubrication). i wanted to get up and paper cut my teacher to a bloody death with my scantron. that bastard didn't inform us that a third of the mother f-in test was not covered in his helpful study guide.

i'll stop myself before this post gets too violent. on the plus side, my finals beard is growing in nicely. manly hairs cover my yellow naked skin. it's great. i'll make sure to post before and after photos at the end of the week.

i can't forget to mention that today, the 15th day of december, marks a month long relationship to my chinese lady girl. hooray for me. crystal exclaimed "look! it's our aniversary" while pointing to a clock. i looked at her and was about to say something along the lines of, "aww yay" but no words came out of my mouth. my mind went blank. my eyes were locked on to her right nostril. a massive booger was just chilling, starring me down. 'twas quite the romantic way to have my breath taken away on our first anniversary. this paragraph will be retracted as soon as crystal slaps me hard enough to remove it.