Where have your bacon bits been? Slapped on the floor and onto an employee's face. See what REALLY goes on in your local Butcher.
Bah, it doesn't sound swell without that deep, ACA voice over. But, still, an important note has arisen from a fateful event:
Sleep-ins are utterly futile.
"But it's so warm!" said Tones, "You're just jealous!" shouted Christoferson, "Just leave me in bed!" yelled Winstoné.
'Right, first, the bed will go cold eventually. Ergo, why not just get up, smell the milk and beat the living daylights out of your Physics assignment? Because it's so darned warm in your cold little bed. Man, if only we all had a man in a green liver suit shouting "Would you look at the state I'm in! I'm your liver, and I need cleansing!"
Jealous, eh? Pt it this way: I have things to do, such as BS reports and intel collecting and all other whatnot. Hence, would I compromise time for bodily warmth? Heck no! You can stand in from of the Parramatta Westfield hand dryers and get the same, if not, more warmth than your beds. No, I'm not promoting Westfield and their 30% Winter deals on all sorts of clothing. No rain checks. Conditions apply.
And if we left you in bed, you'd rot like that cockroach that died in the corner of house and live to this day as a pile of dust. So, really, you want to be degraded into that? Perhaps not. But still, if you really wanted to stay in bed that badly, you might as well just live in a giant bed house or something.
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Anyhoo, enough squabbling and swaggering, most of our assignments and other doodads are in progress. Some of you, like Someguy2, have been hired subconsciously to check our work and correct it, whether or not it's up to the standard of stuffs. Because being the median of every subject, or any subject for that matter, means you are a failage.
Still, what to study now? I mean, we've probably neared the finish for most of our assigned work, but we need MORE WORK. We need to be 24/7 busy, with either study or working. And there's still so much to do, such as revise Physics things, type up bout 10 more puns, and drop 5kg of body mass. So, here's a key:
The more stuff you're doing, the better time management will be, the better you'll study
Apparently, that's been working for peers such as The Guy Who's Good At Maths and Quinny. Should we try this so-called theory? Perhaps one day. For now, I'm not wearing shin pads.
'Til next time, young padawan. And I still remember the days back when this nifty tool was the solution to all, if not, most of your problems. Not available at participating Westfield centres.
