I have officially taken all my tests before I leave for the great state of Florida for the fantastic event that we like to call chirogames. Oh baby. Oh baby. Oh baby. If you cannot tell I am excited. On the oh baby scale I am 3 excited. I've never used this scale before and I don't think it actually exists but I think that's a pretty high oh baby counter. This weekend is going to be super neato. That felt awful to type. But enough about me, let's talk about something less awesome. Aka anything else.
Today I had to take one of my exams in the makeup test room. There were three other people in the room, leaving me about a dozen desks to choose from. I choose the creaky, unbalanced one. And everybody knows that once you pick a seat you have I stay there no matter what. You can't be sitting down and moving around and stuff. What is this musical chairs? No. This is picking food out of a bowl. You can't be picking up all kinds of food and putting it back. You picked your bed, now sleep in it. I don't care that you picked the bottom bunk and Fuller is in top and he wets the bed. You're gonna stay there and you're gonna like it. Too many analogies. You get it. No backsies. Double stamp.
Today I wore my lucky Hawaiian shirt to school so that I would do well on my tests. What's that you say? You thought wolf shirt was my lucky shirt? What, a guy can't have more than one lucky shirt? What is this, Russia? I came from nothing and earned these lucky shirts. This is America and I'll have as many lucky shirts as I want. The bottom line hawaiian shirts are sick and they're worth wearing all the time. Super comfy. Super cool looking. My kids are going to hate me so much. I'm literally the most embarrassing person that you could ever be associated with. I apologize to all of you for myself. Nobody wears Hawaiian shirts except super obese people and cops. And the overlap in that venn diagram wears Hawaiian shirts with Hawaiian undershirts. Double hawaiian shirt. What does it mean? (meme reference)
I can't stop playing with iPhone. Does the smartphone honeymoon period ever wear off? When will I start to care about things other than iPhone? Will I ever stop callin it iPhone? Preliminary data says absolutely not. I'm doomed. Were all doomed and I'm first. At least I won't be the last person alive. That would be not that cool. But also really cool as long as you still had unlimited resources like my boy will smith in that zombie movie with the dog who saves his life and he's got all those rats and manakin friends and stuff. I really need a dog. Someone get me a medium sized playful dog that just wants to run around all the time. I need one. Now. But mainly in like 3 years.
Alright well I'm gonna go play some games on iPhone and ride out the rest of the day. I love the end of the tests. I get giddy and all school-girl-y. It's one of the many times a day that remind me that I'm really not fit to. Be a doctor because I'm basically a tall ten year old. Well. Here's your haiku because I'm an adult and adults appreciate art like poems and stuff.
X-rays and CT.
I'm qualified to read you
I also like farts
Expect an update from chirogames this weekend but don't expect it to be long, make sense, or even be comprehensible. See ya in Florida
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