Homework, Essays, and Best Friends

So, yesterday afternoon, I was totally stressed out to the point that I was ready to do something really stupid. And then Josh and Salem signed on. I've come to realize that these two people have become two people that I don't think I can live without. Some days, it feels like they're my reason for living. Salem had prom (as his brother's date), and I think he looked absolutely adorable. He says he had loads of fun, danced for four hours, and that he did the stanky leg (which I would have given my leg to see). And then Josh and I started a computer call (like Skype...only with msn and more awesome), and we talked until he went to bed. By the end of the night, I was completely and totally unstressed, and I really do have his voice to thank.

Josh's voice is a combination of Southern Comfort (if he's Southern and Salem is comfort then Josh + Salem = southern comfort XD), happiness, and the biggest hug/cuddle. There's practically no way to not feel comfortable talking to him. I dunno. He's such a nerd, too. But I guess I am. We had a battle of the awesomeness, and I won. :) What we do is pick a topic (animal noises, Pokemon, etc...), and the person who can name the most wins. Well, I believe I was at a distinct advantage, as I have memorized every single Pokemon up to number 4oo. Needless to say, I won that battle, and then proved to him that I am the biggest nerd on the planet by reciting every Pokemon theme song possible (Yes, really).

All in all, it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. Now I've got to do work, but I have to remember that if I just work hard and do my best, the grade will take care of itself. I can't control what the teacher gives me as a grade or how they decide to look at my paper for grading. What I cannot control is not trying to hurt me. I'm going to work on this paper, and it's going to turn out just great. Yes, I believe it will.

Now I just have to finish reading the book and then write an essay. But it's only like...2.5 or 3.5 single spaced pages, which is five or seven double spaced pages. Be not fooled, all, I have a few tricks up my sleeve if I need length at the last minute without even touching the margins. I believe that I'll be just fine on this paper.

So, in non paper related news, I absolutely love my computer. Kelsa Mai is lightning fast, and she always does what I ask her. Goodness me, she is a doll.~

Now onto the obligatory doll-related news:

I HAVE TRANSFERED THE MONEY TO PAYPAL. It's processing. It should be there on the 28th of this month. That would be Wednesday. Which means that there is a distinct possibility that I will be ordering Xanifel on Wednesday, April 28th, 2o1o. OMG! Yeah. [insert wild freakout here.] As you can see, I'm sooooo uber excited about this accomplishment. I don't have any more money for Aaron, but I probably won't until summer, anyway. I have to start thinking about saving up for things I need for college.

And also for a cell phone. I kind of lost mine either at school or at my grandma's house or somewhere in Southern California. I couldn't actually tell you where it is. I'm going to put an announcement up in our school bulliten saying that I lost my phone and that I kind of would love it back if anyone took it. And put up posters. Because I love Pepper, and I tend to lose really small objects. Pepper happens to be a really small object. Ugh. -facepalm- I had him last on Wednesday. I swear I did. Like, I know it for a fact that I had him on Wednesday. And now he's just poofed off. I'll ask the librarians tomorrow if they've seen him. I do miss my boy. He's probably exceedingly unhappy with me for losing him. -Grimace- But it's stupid, because the cell phone company says he's not insured. But I know he is because when you renew the two-year contract, the insurance renews. That's how it works.

Apparently not anymore. D: I'm going to call my service provider sometime this week and ask them why my phone isn't insured. Because that's muy retardoso (yay, fake Spanish).

All right! I've put off this paper for long enough. Time to get cracking and get this beat of a thing done. I promise to have better updates that aren't about really random things next time...Or do I? My train of thought is always really scattered. Like, bad.

L-O-V-E always,

Clarke