Tomorrow is going to be the best day ever.
I recently realised that I can’t think of a best day of my life.
It’s actually quite an interesting thing to think about.
You’d like to think the best day of your life is when you did something all momentous and your life was changed, but really it’s probably just a day you hung out with your mates in a park, had no real concerns, and got a cheeky handjob in the bushes before going home and getting a good sleep.
So then, operation best day ever.
I finished my exams today, so tomorrow will be the first morning in quite a while that I’ll be waking up without that horrible feeling of worry and self-hatred for being so shit at studying.
I shaved on Monday night, intentionally timing it so my facial hair would be at its optimal level on Wednesday morning.
I also put my favourite clothes in the wash so I can take my pick of whatever I want to wear.
Cup of tea.
Either an egg-based breakfast, or a Superquinn roll.
Bottle of beer.
A few levels of Crash Bandicoot.
I recently dug out my old playstation, and bought this game on ebay:
I’ve been wanting to play it for weeks, but have been so busy with exams and everything that I haven’t had a chance.
So now I’m going to play it and I’m going to complete it.
And nothing’s going to stop me – not college, not exams, not work, and certainly not that dastardly Doctor Neo Cortex.
So a few levels of that.
Let’s be honest, probably a wank.
Must be noted that this will in no way be related to Crash Bandicoot. Although his sister Coco is a bit of a lash.
Shower will include a shower beer.
Into town to meet mates.
A burrito at the mighty Pablo Picante‘s.
To the Europa League final in the Aviva Stadium to watch Porto play. I’ve become a big Porto fan this season for the following reasons:
1. I love their coach, 33 year old Andre Villas-Boas
2. Falcao is a beast and a dreamboat.
4. They have won me a silly amount of money over the course of the season. I’ve backed them a while ago to win the Europa League, so then when I found out the final was in Dublin, on the day after I finish my exams, I knew it was going to be the best day ever.
So then if Porto win I will be very happy.
Then Falcao will see me in the crowd and invite me to his afterparty where loads of bitches will have sex with me, completing the best day ever.
That’s all I want.
Is it so much to ask?
A few beers, a few bandicoots, a few burritos, a few bets, a few birds. Best day ever.
If you know me, you can help make it the best day ever by texting me loads of compliments about how great I am, and then by being in town in the afternoon to join the drinking. Further methods of complimenting are welcome: including blog comments, emails, tweets, facebook posts, and intercourse.