Hydrogen Bombed

"Chemistry (from Egyptian kēme (chem), meaning "earth"^[1]) is the science concerned with the composition, structure, and properties of matter, as well as the changes it undergoes during chemical reactions.^[2] Historically, modern chemistry evolved out of alchemy following the chemical revolution (1773). Chemistry is a physical science related to studies of various atoms, molecules, crystals and other aggregates of matter whether in isolation or combination, which incorporates the concepts of energy and entropy in relation to the spontaneity of chemical processes."

That's from our good friends at wikipedia. For lack of a lazier definition, we'll go with that.

Shit, I walked into class today, hair all scruffy. Threw on some -looks down... ADIDAS shorts, a shirt with Grumpy the dwarf on it, some Jordans, and walked my ass out of the house. I kinda did that backwards. But either way, I'm sitting in class.

TEST DAY SON! Whatwhat.
Yeah, CHEM 101 - 002 Exam #4.

I must say, I'm pretty fucking confident about it. I mean, this nigga said he basically calculates how long a test is going to be based on how many pages he puts on it. So 1 page = 1 hour, etc. So, class starts at 8:00 AM SHARP (another story, another time) and I'm sitting there with my mechanical pencil, newports in my jacket pocket, lighter in my other pocket. Now that I think of it, I think I left my keys in the car on accident. Lucky those black people aren't brave enough to steal a car in the campus parking lot akekekekekekekee. Yeah.

So, refer back to his time/page calculations. Class ends at 9:40 AM. I was done with my test at 8:30 AM. Meaning I only took 30 minutes for the test. So, I either fucked up really bad. Or I aced that shit to the max. You know how you think you did super fantastarastic on a test and come to find out two weeks later when this nigga is FINALLY done grading it you're hitting a low F- ? Well, need I remind you of that ENG 102 paper?

Excuse the accent, fuck St. Louis.

I HAD to remind you.

Granted that's one year ago, and I write like a god. So you know that bitch was on her heroin line when she graded my masterpiece. Blah, fuck her sideways. Hypothetically, I don't think I could realistically bone a 53 yr. old without puking on her while it's going down. LOL, like that dog .gif! I'd go find it, but you niggas know what I'm talking about.

ANYWAY, the fuck am I going to need Chemistry for later on? I'm out of the drug dealing (by the way, I did make some pure... uhhh wtf was it again? Shit, it wasn't the soap, but some other substance. 100% pure, CHEESEMODE THERE, I have experience). And I won't be fucking teaching the shit. Maybe it'll be useful information when I go on Jeopardy in never.

Geez.

Maybe I'll take some pictures today. Maybe.

But for now, I've got to practice my speech... or procrastinate it more.

Peace.