Determined to get this project done, I forced myself to the computer and prepared to type (my body didn't want to comply with my commands, so my right hand had to drag me all the way to my computer, no thanks to my left hand on that. My left hand is such a jerk). The moment I was about to type something, I suddenly felt the urge to slaughter some goat babies and feed the aardvarks again, but since there was a poison gas cloud hovering around in my yard (the mole men living in my yard seem to be producing weapons for chemical warfare), I decided to fullfill my need to feed by playing my simulated version on the computer. Even while they're pixelated, the aardvarks look sooo cute! After playing that for awhile (I love those aardvarks...*tear*), I glanced at the clock, saw that it was 8 AM, I slapped my cheek with the intention of doing one of those "OH MY GOD!!!!" expressions, but that really really hurt and I ended up sprawling on the floor and shouting like a crazed howler monkey! Stupid left hand, I should really have that removed... Using my in-CREDIBLE brain power, I conjured up a plan that would save my bony ass from failure! Quickly, I hurried down to the basement, and then to the dungeon where I awoke my crew of foreign midgets. They immediately went to work on the project. I impatiently waited as my midget crew worked furiously to get the project done. At last, 10 minutes before third period started, my hispanic midget, Sancho, crawled from underneath the floor boards, handed me the papers saying, "Frescos frijoles! Frescos, fri-jo-leiiiiizzzzzzzz", at which point he fell to the ground and was devoured by a militant squadron of fairies and pixies. I'll miss Sancho....
With very little time left to get to class, I used a secret underground tunnel that leads to one of the school's incinerators where they used to burn the "naughty" children to a crispy meat that resembled chicken patties, sort of like the ones they serve today. As I made it to the hallways, it would have appeared that the first bell for third period had just rung. Relieved, I strolled into the classroom and passed by Ms. Chentfant, but not before saying, "I spent all morning doing that project and I didn't even get a chance to eat my Eggos!". So in conclusion, deciding to do this project in the morning and forfeiting my chance to eat Eggos was one of the worst decisions I have ever made...