If Life was a Musical, This is Where I'd Break Out in Song with a Flashback Sequence

No one said life was easy. No one said it wasn't fun either. So I'm procrastinating from another essay that my AP history teacher has assigned me to be due on Monday. But you know what? I have T.A. for World History 1 during 1st period, and then, lo and behold, AP U.S. History 2nd period! I get two hours of history in one shot, and then we learn about the history of architecture in Architectural Design (FINALLY done with the Frank Lloyd Wright powerpoint....if you don't know who that is, call me. I'll tell you his whole friggin' life story O_o) then the history of John Steinbeck in English, who I don't like to read, because he describes everything to death and then gives a storyline that has a rather sad ending and makes you feel gypped/jipped/however you spell it (NOTE: Californians, I KNOW you burned the Grapes of Wrath, so you put down those stones and back away slowly!)
And this is where my title comes in. I stand up after talking out loud what I'm typing in this blog, then everything goes black except for one spotlight, and I start to sing about the simpler days, and how history's supposed to help one learn from other's mistakes, but why did all the people in history have to do more stuff? Couldn't they just sit around like me and do basically nothing? Then there's the flashbacks of happier times...like, 10th grade, for example. But between Frank Lloyd Wright, John Steinbeck, World History, U.S. History, Bach (choir, we're singing a Bach song, and our teacher decides to enlighten us upon the history of Baroque works, like it's going to make us sound so much better :-P), and Anatomy, which I know isn't a history, but if you try getting up super early, run around, drive to school, and then be expected to come into a science room at 7:30 in the morning and look interested and joyful that you're cutting into a spleen, a liver, and learning about the skin for about an hour, you'd want it to be history too.
On a lighter note, I'm starting to post here again. It's relaxing to type at a million miles an hour and ramble. Keeps Dustin from having to hear all of it. BTW, in case no one reading this know who Dustin is, he's my new boyfriend. Yes, he is. I'm not making him up. I broke up with Brian, who said he took it well, but now I know that men are a bunch of liars who can't just express their feelings without feeling emasculated. *eye roll* are you allowed to do that? Is there a certain grace period where you can't date anyone after you break up with someone else? >_><_< Whatever, I apparently broke it :-D I know, I'm not nice. I usually am....but I get bitchy when I'm procrastinating. Or have no gum. Or both, which is what's happening right now.
Alright, that's enough for one rant. I need to do an essay anyway. And find some gum.