Fond of Elvis

Who's in a super crazy hyper mood? I am! Takin' a trip to good 'ol Rantasmia, you could say. Maybe it's just a result of my intense procrastination, but I'm bouncing off the walls! My family has officially locked me in my room as a sort of solitary confinement for the evening because I've gone buck-wild and they can't contain me! (Nor do they want to deal with me, for that matter). I have to tell you the craziest story that happened to me! This morning, on the way to school, a scruffy looking man was hitchhiking on the side of Topanga. He seemed nice enough so I let him in my little toaster. Turns out it was Elvis! Can you believe it?! THE KING! So we drove the rest of the way to Louisville discussing Blue Suede Shoes and singing every song by Elvis you could imagine. We bopped around and laughed until we cried and then when we got to school, he agreed to do a revival show! It was amazing! Elvis had the nuns' toes tap-tap-tappin' and the faculty's hips bump-bump-bumpin' to the beat! What a day. My dad just walked into my room and told me my Physics work is scary. He's right. It gave me nightmares the other day. One, for instance, had me sliding down an inclined plane at 70 degrees on a 35 kg box with an acceleration of 75 meters per second squares, and if I couldn't figure out its net force before I reached the bottom, well, bye bye Lauren! (Fnet=2625N, by the way). So I survived, but it was one of the scariest dreams I've ever had! Now I'm rockin out to Glee! Basically I do that every second of every day, but it gets a little crazier when I'm jumping around my room, "singing," by myself. Lalalalala! I'm going to get back to doing what I was doing. You probably should too. Or, I'll pretend I'm leading by example, and tell you to crank up your music and dance! You ain't nothing but a hound dog! -Lauren