When Procrastination Has Lost Its Fun

My term paper for English 4 was due today. In typical Bobbie fashion I waited until the day it was due to finish it. We got out of school at 12 so that left 3 hours to write the last two pages and site the entire paper. It was like a deranged version of "Beat the Clock." And I didn't. What was so frustrating was that I could have made it if it wasn't for my printer which devoured the first two papers outlining the significance of "The Feminine Mystique."
This wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't completely void of disks. So Anna, being the undyingly faithful friend that she is brings me a floppy. A pretty bright pink one actually.
I race to the school, going 90 to nothing, which is unusual for me since I normally drive like Miss Daisy to avoid involuntary manslaugher of puppies and little furry rodents.
I get to the school and Melanie, my English 4 teacher and cousin, had already left for the basketball game. I wasn't surprised since it was 3:15 and the paper was due at 3:00.
Murphy was still in his room however. I love Murphy --but he still scares the bejesus out of me sometimes. But only because I really respect him and don't want to look like a moron in front of him. Which I normally do. Like once during test review, when I said Jason Giambi was a philosopher. Genius.
Murphy and I discover that the disk won't transfer onto his computer. Probably because my computer is older than the Rosetta Stone. But Murphy is still my hero in old man sweaters and Dr. Scholls for trying.
Then K.Lo comes in trying to help. I'm surprised he didn't harass me about not having my majorette uniform in. He did , however, harass me about using Microsoft Works which is apparently the devil. Needless to say it wouldn't work on any of the computers. It was 3:45 and I was still reportless.
I finally got my report to print at home,two hours after it was due. I'm going to take it to Melanie's house tomorrow.
Most importantly, after having my first nervous breakdown I may have learned a lesson about procrastination. Or maybe not. I'll tell you later.