So its back to school well heres mine
 P.1 TV PRODUCTION                     
 P.2 WORLD HISTORY                    
 P.3 ALGEBRA                           
 P.4 AG KEM                           
 P.5 ENG LANG ARTS                     
 P.6 DIGITAL MEDIA TECHNOLOG          
                                       

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait

Alkazard: I Alkazrad shall rule all!
ZASH: Not wile you’re stuck with me dude
Alkazard: I hate you
ZASH: me too
Alkazard: you hate yourself?
ZASH: No I hate YOU!
Alkazard: Well it’s not my fault that I’m stuck in your head
ZASH: yea but you could have done something about it
Alkazrad: It wasn’t that easy to get out of the other gods put me here
ZASH: yea I know thus you sucked at being a god
Alkazard: Fuck you... It was more than that... I did something
ZASH: What kind of something?
Alkazard: Shut you fucking mouth! I dont want to talk about it.

ZASH: ok then...

You wake up in the morning and immediately go back to sleep. But of
COURSE dad wakes you up 5 minutes later like a persistent snooze button
- only you can't exactly fix HIM with a hammer like an alarm clock - so
you sigh and get up.

You
jump in the shower without letting the water run for a second (it's
morning, you aren't thinking) and the cold water that comes out makes
you shout like a girl. Before your balls shrivel, you adjust the
temperature knob to "hot", but the water gets COLDER. So you turn it
MORE. Colder STILL. Then you realize that you were turning it the wrong
way. Feeling stupid, you curse yourself loudly and turn the water to a
decent temperature. The shower lasts about 10 minutes, at least five of
those minutes is spent spacing out and wondering things like your name,
why you're up, where you're going, if it's worth being up for, and why
you're so wet. The last 5 are either dedicated to cleaning or
masturbation, depending on where your priorities are that morning. Both
at the same time if you're really efficient.

Time for
nutrition. And by nutrition, I mean a well balanced breakfast. And by a
well balanced breakfast, I mean two slices of toast and some coffee,
which you will either eat, or throw into the blender and then inject
directly into a main artery.

You put in some toast, and get
some coffee ready. As soon as the coffee starts, the toast pops, and
you realize: You didn't set out a plate, knife, OR bring out the
butter. Cursing loudly again, and muttering something unintelligible
about toast, you fumble to the fridge and get the butter out. It's rock
hard. So now that your toast is cold, you get to eat a few bites of
total flavorless-ness with one bite of pure butter in the center. After
all that, there is your reward: one scalding hot sludge of brown
coffee, with sugar to mask the fact that coffee doesn't really taste
all that good no matter how you think about it. Yum.

But then,
tragedy strikes! You realize it's Monday, and you're kind of due for a
shave. So you head back into the bathroom. About halfway through this,
your sibling/parent/relative/guy that keeps sleeping on your couch
knocks on the door and says to "hurry up". Again, not thinking, you
hurry up. And cut yourself multiple times in the process. Now that your
face is a bloody mess, you've had your dose of nutrition, and your
brain is just starting to reconnect itself to the various neural
synapses (synapsi?) you trek outdoors, sans pants.

No tragedy.
You go and get your pants. All is well. Now you get to endure an hour
long bus ride with small hyperactive children who are so awake you
could just strangle them.

So, now on the bus, you use your
only refuge from the noise: your precious diskman. Of course, one of
the sides doesn't work, so you spend a good 5 minutes wiggling around a
little wire like an idiot, trying to find some magic spot that allows
for sound in both ears. Now that your hands are precariously placed to
allow your songs to play smoothly, the batteries randomly decide to
die. Great.

So, now you sit, waiting for a large dead animal
carcass to randomly spawn on the road so the bus driver will slam on
the breaks causing every god forsaken small child on the bus who isn't
properly seated to go flying through the windshield. And with that
thought, you spend the rest of the bus ride with a sadistic smile on
your face.

Congratulations, you made it through the first two hours of Monday morning.

well I need help see I am making a comic and I need help on what should happen. SO FUCKING GIVE ME SOME SUGGESTIONS.