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Today, my friends, was delicious . Let me explain today in very great detail, because I feel like an ass today

I woke up around 7:00, and it was a beautiful time. With lack of ours of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed, into the kitchen. And what I found on the kitchen table was absolutely gratifying. Two slices of fresh hot French toast. But these two slices of French toast are not your normal kind of French toast. They had syrup and all the love from my mother who made them for me. This wonderful breakfast was all my for the feasting. After adoring the two hot fresh slices of French Toast, I then sat down and began to wonder… How can two slices of bread soaked in eggs and cinnamon be so darn heavenly? While my mind wandered on the subject, my hand was using a silver utensil with for long spikes to stab the heavenly bread. My mind then suddenly stopped, and my eyes shrieked with terror. I began crying inside, worrying that the heavenly toast was thinking bad of me because I stabbed it. I then quickly gobbled the entire toast up, thinking that would stop my worry. And indeed, it worked.

After eating that wonderful breakfast, I then began to get my self prepared for school. I began to dress myself into my new school cloths, when my mind began to wonder… Why must we wear cloths? I had vision of an man who was insecure of his lower body self, and invented pants to cover it up, and then everyone thought it was cool and people began to conform. And then that made my mind wonder, could insecurity be the cause of conformity? Knowing I was only going to regress from there, I stopped myself. When I finally finished dressing, I went into the bathroom, and the first thing I saw was myself in the mirror. I my reflection had black South Pole jeans, a gray shirt, and a kick ass vest. My reflection told me that I looked great today. My mind replied with the words “Thank You”. And that was that.

The rest of my morning was boring from there. Now what was fun was when my ride showed up. I was exited. These people were going to take me to a place I haven’t seen in months: School. These people could have very well been angels guiding me to heaven, but they were listening to hardcore music. You get the picture . I don’t mind hardcore music, but for some reason I think good ol’ metal has more of a message. All I got from the hardcore music was screams, belches, and hating life. Even though one of my favorite bands, Behemoth, has the yelling and all, there music is at least semi uplifting. Take their song “Conquer All” for example. That song is about being strong and no one stopping you from accomplishing something, not about awesome throw downs and wicked screaming. But I regress

Its 12:30 now, so I don’t exactly have time to tell you the rest of my awesome story… My mother could be coming in to bitch at me any minute now.

Night all.

Andrew M.