A WHAT!? IT CAN'T BE...NO WAIT...IT IS...A BLOG

Thats right everyone!! It's a blog post *music begins playing wildly as streamers fall from the ceiling and balloons fill the air* No wait! Could it be...a clown? Ok no, no clowns, I'd better leave. No wait, if I stop writing there won't be a blogpost so this clown will continue writing. Allow this clown to tell you the story of Charlee.
Alas...there she sits by night and day studying books all so gay, for she has heard a teacher say a curse be on her if she does not stay to study in the library. That would be correct...sadly this is the truth I speak for I cannot tell a lie. You see, as Charlee sat in the library on that Monday afternoon she was forced to ask the question "Why do I hate you, I cannot begin to count the ways." She said these words over and over again to her books. Why this hatred for her books?
Earlier on that Monday morning Charlee sat thinking of all the crazy things she had to do in a very short amount of time and so she resolved to go to library and not get up until her paper was finished. At the hour of 2:15 she walked into the library and there she sat down and began finding books for her topics. After locating the 8 books and piling them around herself she took a seat in the basement of the library in a corner all alone. You see, before her rose the task of writing an 8-12 page paper on a topic of Daniel or Revelation. She chose the seven seals of Revelation. She sat, she studied, she pulled her hair, she longed for death, alas..."It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." She looked at the clock, 4:15. Running to class she noted that she was on time, in fact early as usual (to class). All through class she couldn't help but think of the paper that awaited her return. Afterwards she headed back down the lonely stairs and sat in her dungeon. It is said that there is a time for everything, a time for life and death and at this point in time she couldn't help but think of death, oh woest her. Ok, it wasn't that bad. However, as Charlee stood pouring over her books she failed to here the person approaching behind her until it was to late. In the "This is a Quiet Zone" she yelled...why? Because behind her a man by the name of Steve (her ecrazed boyfriend) had crept up on her and scared the living daylights right out of her. She continued writing and finally finished her paper at 10:15. It was now a time of rejoicing, the good times had begun.
The next day...Tuesday...Charlee found herself scrambling again to write a speech on alcohol. Today, she gave that speech, met with her advisor, ran around campus like a chicken with its head cut off and ran into Red Deer to grab some things. Yes...Charlee now has two more 8-12 page research papers due on Monday and Tuesday and then...exams begin...and then...Florida (two weeks tonight she flies out and she is excited about falling asleep on the beach and not waking up until the day they either picked up her charred body and throw it into the ocean or wake her up to drag her, screaming and gnashing her teeth, all the way back to Ontario. Alas...this story has been told for the benefit of those who happen upon this tale of woe.
Ok, my life isn't that bad at all. Aside from writing papers and speeches and meeting with people and planning something for Saturday night...life has been good. Anyways, just thought I would touch base and let you all know I'M ALIVE.
PS Happy Birthday Steve!!!!! Ay April 3, 2008 marks the 23rd birthday of me boyfriend. Ok I'm really tired and should stop writing now.