School Demotivation with a side of Oyakodon

Sorry guys, I haven't been able to post in a while because of the shit that's happening to me lately, but now I'll get on to the main topic. Sorry if I sound like I'm bitching, but if you would hear me out, it would be appreciated. You guys probably remember me saying how I'm forced to stay a year back in school because I was literally dying right? Because of this I find school incredibly boring. Like I have no motivation to attend. By the time I'm in my 2nd year, my friends will be in their final. It fucking sucks learning the same shit you've already done only to be alone when you go in next year. Now, I'm not a social person but these guys are probably the best bros I could ever hope for. It reeeally fucking sucks that I won't be able to be with them in their final year of college. So I'm thinking of transferring to a different school next year. I won't be able to see them anymore, but what's the difference when I don't see them at all right now? Of course I'll still keep contact with them for the rest of my life but it's a huge downer.

Anyways, now that I've got that out of the way, last night, I finally got off my ass and made dinner for myself! and when I mean for me, I meant my sister ate fucking half of it. It was Oyakodon as the part of the title of my post said. It was my first time cooking Japanese food and I'm damn proud of myself for doing it. It was fucking delicious. I would've taken a pic of it, but we finished it before I had the chance to. My sister said it was pretty good and she's a really picky eater. I'm sad that my little brother wouldn't eat it though. But I can understand that he's a true black person at heart and would have nothing to do with eating foreign things other than jerk chicken.

The little electronic soldier

Sometime this afternoon, you died. Completely died with no warning. Samsung P2, you were the best mp3 player I ever had. Even though you had your backside fucked up beyond belief from being the store copy, you shrugged it off. I dropped you more times than I can count. Heck, I dropped you practically all the time! You were like, that's OK bro. These things happen sometimes. Then one day, one of your audio channels decided to explode and I couldn't hear music out of one ear. I sent you in for repair and you came back working as good as ever. Little did I know that was the beginning of the end.

A couple of months later, one of your audio channels got shot again. But you still kept on trucking. I even dropped you in hot soapy water days later, but you kept on going like a beast even though you wouldn't start up again for 2 days. Your screen display got fucked up and started to display weird colors when I dropped you at work. But you said, "That's OK bro, I can still keep going." and then a week later, your color scheme returned to normal. Just 2 days ago, your audio completely died, but you said, "Even though I can't play music anymore, I'm still here for you. Plus you can still read your light novels using my text reader!" and now, your gone. During these 4 years, you provided me with countless hours of fun, quality sound for my weaboo music and a bitchin text reader. I'll fucking miss you P3 and I assure you, you should expect nothing less than a viking funeral for your deeds. R.I.P.  ;_;