In which the world needs to stop for like a week

So I can get caught up. I think I just wrote one of my worst papers ever, and I have to keep remindig myself that I'm here so I can get married and have babies. Not for a degree. Not for a job. Just so I can get good grades so I can graduate and . . . get married and have babies. Nah -- kidding. I'm here so I can get good grades so I can graduate and get a good job that pays lots of money so I can get married and have babies. And buy Pam. Really, the paper was probably about as good as the ones I wrote in July for my Lit and Film class but I have mixed feelings about the grade. Yay for babies. And Pam.

Why do they call it Pam, anyway? I've always wondered -- back when I was about 6, when I heard someone say something about spraying something with Pam, I asked my mom, "Mom, how do you spray Pam?" I really didn't think my cousin, Pamela, could do that . . .

Yay for almost selling a raffle ticket to the homecoming king. He would have bought one had he had money with him. He had to borrow money from Scoop for pie and he jokingly said he was going to use it to buy a raffle ticket instead because "I'm going to win $500" but Scoop shot daggers at him with his eyes and he decided that he had better just pay for his pie and wait on the raffle ticket. I'm so going to sell that boy a ticket. That's my project for the week. I'll tell him that ticket #321 has his name on it and it's a winning ticket -- and I know this because it's like I have ESPN or something. Yay -- what fun. It was totally sweet that I ALMOST had a sale cuz I honestly didn't expect to be able to sell any and he seemed so willing to buy. Does that say anything about what he thinks of me, do you suppose?? And Tim (the Tim of Tim and Lisa, the world's most boring soon to be marrieds -- they're just way too predictable. They never laugh or joke and they don't seem to be getting married for any other reason than that it's what is expected of them, they're "perfect for each other" and so they can do married people things. Yeah. Sound appetizing? It's not.) Anyway, Tim asks me how my sales are and I'm like, "Ha! If I sell one I'll be lucky!" But today, I could tell him that I ALMOST sold one, and I'm going to work on him until I DO sell one. Yay me!

Paper due tomorrow. Paper due Friday. Presentation stuff needs to be done by Friday. Test Tuesday. Need to decide on an artist to research for my research paper by Friday. Write a lab report by some time next week. But at least I can stay in choir for the entire period next Thursday. Yay! The clock needs to stop so I can catch up on this stuff -- and on sleep.
~ZZZZ~
~MK