Well, God has done it. He's come up with a temporary solution to my disorganized-ness. And, in agreement with His wicked sense of humor, that solution has come crashing down upon me like an anvil in a Chuck Jones cartoon.

Emily: "I'm so unorganized!"
God: [in the voice of Morgan Freeman, of course] "Well, whose fault is that?"
Emily: "Mine, I know. I need to make some extra time to catch up."
God: "Well, I could use some entertainment. PRAYER GRANTED!"
Emily: "What? I--" [falls ill with sister's weird Italian flu she brought over] "....Thanks."
God: "Anything else?"
Emily: "...I'm good for now."

So my list of things that I was planning on doing today will be altered slightly.
ORIGINAL LIST:
-Exercise (vetoed)
-Go to school (vetoed)
-Go to Kyle's house (vetoed with excruciating reluctance)
-Practice piano (passed, but disinfection of the keys will be required)
-Work on homework (passed with flying colors)
-Added items: study for SAT's, work on homework, read, work on homework, do my "counseling homework," work on homework...

Ok hold everything. What does it really mean to pass with "Flying colors?" Do colors fly? Has anyone ever seen colors fly? This is a drug reference, isn't it? When else do colors fly? Then why have all my teachers put that on my report cards? What kind of junkie do they take me for?
Oh, I see. They're talking about how spacy I am. "You passed, but with flying colors getting in the way of your focusing ability." Got it.

I was just really hot and now I'm really cold. Double yoo tee eff.

God: "You're starting to bore me. Go trip over your shadow or something."
Emily: "Sir, you didn't need to make me sick if you wanted to see that."

On a side note, it's amazing how much stuff seaweed is in. I guess I won't be winning the Marine Science contest for a Baskin Robbins certificate (which I was actually thinking about giving to Emma since she helped me with such gusto) to see how many products in which we could find seaweed derivitives. Beware...anything with Alginate, Beta Carotene, or Carrageenan in the ingredients has been touched by the forces of Neptune.

God: "Ahem."
Emily: "I'm just kidding, I swear! Neptune's just a figure of mythology!"
God: "That's better."

I even found Carrageenan in Girl Scout Cookies (the Samoas)! Yes, I did fall victim once again to the charms of the poor little wretches that look at you with those big eyes as they stand there suffering in the cold, wearing those awful little outfits with pins all over their scratchy little vests, having to talk to all those old strangers who glance at them coldly as they stalk through the automatic grocery store doors to go buy their prune juice.

.....I actually bought the last two boxes from my friend Kate, who is turning 18 and has been an avid Girl Scout-er for the vast majority of her life. She wasn't at the grocery store. Or wearing the aweful uniform. But Girl Scout cookies are really cheap and delicious ;-)
And yes, I was once a Girl Scout. That lasted about 3 months. I had the stupid brown socks for like a year after I quit. I wore them once when all my other socks were being washed and Gabrielle asked me if I was pursuing a career as a hobo. I told her that standing outside a grocery store in the cold asking for people to give you money is a hobby that hobos and Girl Scouts seem to have in common.

God: "That's mean."
Emily: "Sor--" [trips over shadow]