Saturday Night.

I baked a cake with Cassie. Fun times, fun times. We hung out and played music and baked.

She knows I'll never be the one eating the cake thanks to my rebellion against a sugared society (I don't need it, so why should I indulge? I eat a little bit, but not as much as a lot of people I know. The high amount of sugar our country consumes is at least half the reason why everyone's supposedly overweight. Lay off the cookies, fudge, cake, and SODA, and we'd all be a lot better off.)

But that's my opinion!

I still have to finish my &%^$)+ paper (those random punctuation marks are MEANT with all the anger I can muster up this late at night). I hope I pass this class because I absolutely, posilutely hate this paper already and I'm not even half-done with the thing.

It's not that I can't write it; it's that I can't concentrate on it LONG enough to really set down to work. I even unplugged my Internet cable from my computer so I couldn't go and look anything up online while I was trying to finish it. It worked for about 10 minutes.

It's due Tuesday. I'm going to need divine help...from any god who wants to help. I'd even welcome a little help from Brahma...the Buddha...the most recent incarnation of the Dalai Lama...anyone who knows ANYTHING about the theory of violence in war and peace.

More than likely tomorrow I won't get anything done, either. Church and then my Secret Mission (in case Mom does know about my blog and IS reading this) I may not get back here until late. I'll try, but there be no saving me from a desperate Monday full of attempts to finish the $%#% paper from hell.

Gotta go have some fun before I have to work on it again.

Cheers,
Bec