Fond of Pie

Wow, uh, Mr. Chaucer? Go to hell. I mean, you're already dead and gone, but I hope you're in hell anyways. Why would you ever write your Canterbury Tales in Middle English, thus inspiring my English teacher to have us memorize it...IN MIDDLE ENGLISH?! It's pointless, brutal busywork. As if I'm not busy enough already! I have two things on my agenda today: Memorize [stupid] Canterbury Tales Prologue and buy pies. Which do you think I'd rather do? Commit to memory the most tedious 18 lines in an alien language or go purchase my favorite dessert? Hmm, it's a toughy, I know. However, I'm trying to put off the buying of the pies as long as I can so that I can use that excuse to procrastinate later. For the time being, I'm out of procrastination tactics, so I decided to blog earlier than usual. You know what makes me angry? A month or two ago I read that this winter was supposed to be California's worst in 5 years. If that's true, then why is it supposed to be in the 70s on Thanksgiving? Mother Nature must have something against me. Was it that one time I cursed you for making it sunny on Christmas? Can't we all just get along? Yeah? Good. The West Wing has officially proved to be the most efficient means of procrastination. Thought you'd like to know. I not only spent hours watching 3 episodes, but spent extra time reading the extended biography of each individual character on Wikipedia. In my defense, it's my favorite show, but I'm still a little pathetic. Okay, I'm off to finally buy those pies! Catch ya on the flipside turkduckens! -Lauren