WELL... I'M TAKING THE LAST FINAL I'LL EVER TAKE AT APPROXIMATELY 8 O' CLOCK. BECAUSE I'M FEELING NOSTALGIC LIKE HUMPHREY FUCKING BOGART IN CASABLANCA, I'M PULLING ONE LAST ALL NIGHTER, FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE. 

I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT DARK CHOCOLATE, BECAUSE SOME MYSTICAL POWER IT POSSESSES MAKES IT LIKE THE EQUIVALENT OF DOING PURE COCAINE FOR ME. THIS IS LIKE A CELEBRATION THOUGH, SO I ATE FUCKING FIVE BARS OF THAT SHIT AND DROWNED IT IN PROBABLY FIVE OR NINETEEN CANS OF MONSTER (SUGAR FREE, BECAUSE I'M HEALTH CONSCIOUS, YOU ASSMAVENS...) . I ALSO HAVE TWO FIVE HOUR ENERGY SHOTS IN THE PIPE FOR A REAL BLAZE OF GLORY!

I'VE BEEN REVIEWING SOME BULLSHIT SCIENCE MOLECULES FOR THE PAST FEW HOURZ, AND AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, THIS STUFF IS PRETTY MUCH THE GAYEST SHIT ON THE PLANET. WHO CARES ABOUT PROTEIN FOLDING? PRETTY MUCH NOT ME... 

WHAT'S FUCKING CRAZY IS THAT COME 7:30  THIS A.M., ME AND JESUS ARE GONNA ROLL DOWN TO CAMPUS IN OUR EL CAMINOS, AND BEAT THIS TEST DOWN LIKE WE CAUGHT IT GANKING SOME YOUNG MIJOS AT A DOLLAR STORE TWO FOR ONE BONANZA. 

EITHER THAT, OR MY HEART WILL STOP. HOLY SHIT, I FEEL LIKE PACINO DURING THE LAST TEN MINUTES OF SCARFACE, IF IT TOOK PLACE AT A MOTORHEAD CONCERT.

ALSO, I NOTICED THAT THE AUTO CORRECT ON MY MAC RECOGNIZES "MIJOS" AS A REAL LIVE WORD, BUT NOT "GANKING". THAT SHIT TRIPS ME RIGHT THE FUCK OUT, MEN... WORD IS BOND.

BY THE TIME YOUSE GUYS READ THIS, I'LL PROBABLY BE ON A MASSIVE COMEDOWN AND TRYING TO PASS OUT SOMEWHERES.

IF YOU SEE ME, SAY HELLO... I MIGHT BE IN TANGIER...

P.S. I'M CONSIDERING MURDERING SCRAPPY DOO IN FAVOR OF TAKING ON MY REAL NAME IN THIS PIECE. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I'VE GOTTA GET BACK TO SOME PHOSPHOLIPIDS IN THIS BITCH...