Going crazy in English class, threatening you to stop procrastinating

Dear FutureMe, So. You better still have this email address. Or else I will find a time machine and hunt you down, because you really have to stop signing up for so many online accounts that you can't keep track of. And you better be surprised by this email as well, because if you wrote it down in your little scedule-book-of-doom, I count that as cheating. Do you still have your scedule book? I hope that this one didn't last until thanksgiving and then be forgotten along like every other year. And don't be reading this to avoid your homework! So yeah, I'm pretty sure you are starting to see the pattern in my random threats by now. In a nutshell, I'm basically wondering if you kept up with all of the new organization skills you developed in the beginning of the school year. Every school year you do this; starting all these little project and methods for school and then giving up on them usually after thanksgiving. But maybe this year you kept up. Did you eat a healthy breakfast (and no, poptarts do not count as fruit or grains)? Did you do your homework in a timely manner (meaning BEFORE you watched Dance Moms or Glee)? Did you exercise (walking up the stairs does not count)? Did you practice singing and do your ballet stretches (and yes, I see you rolling your eyes)? All I'm getting at here is that I have put a lot of pressure on you Future Me, and I expect you to deliver. Now comes the more important questions. Did you forget Matt's birthday again? Yeah, I am pretty sure your still dating that dork. And I mean dork in an endearing way. I hope he's doing well, please tease him for me a little okay. Yesterday dearst Mattiekins walked down to the river with me and we watched the sunset together and ignored our parents calling our phones telling us it was getting late. Mom tried one of her new recipes for dinner, that cheesy spinach noodle thing. I liked it, I hope she still makes it. Okay, okay now I have to mention Hope because she mentioned me. Today is her birfday! And yeah, you forgot. Good job. She sits beside me, writing to her future 2020 self. If you haven't noticed, this is an English class assignment. But instead of following proper English class format, I'm all over the place, which is exactly how I like it. Oh! Speaking of writing, how is Dream Escape???? Now I'm serious about that time machine, I will really hunt you down if you didn't continue writing that story. Yesterday I wrote some of chapter three and then played with Simon and Ryan a little to get an idea for the next chapter. I want Officer Jason to make an enterance already!!!! I love that crazy Ginger!!!!!! Oh yeah, did I tell you today is August 29th, 2011? Well now I did. Other random crap to inquire. Did you sign up for summer driving? I can't believe you don't have your liscence yet, you loser! Gees, your sixteen years old and you can't even drive a mini-van. Sorry, I'm being mean. Lets talk about something awesome. Maximum Ride! Did you finish the series yet? If Mom wont let you buy the books on your Kindle, beg Katie-lynn for her copy. We both know she will cave eventually. Oh my gosh! How did you rank on UBC? Did you even finish your video entries? Later this week I'm going to do monolouge number 2, "Don't wanna talk about it". I'm going to tear up in the middle. I hope you still are trying to fake cry, don't feel bad if you can't. Now the question I'm sure you have been dreading. How did I Never Saw Another Butterfly go? I just went to the meeting last Friday, started planning the interpretive dance auditions. I'm so scared! I really, really, REALLY want to get the part of talented child, or ANY part for that matter. I hope you got in. I hope Kaitlin, Skye, Miranda, Devin, Jon, Sterner, and Evan all got in. And I hope Evee and Hope got crew. You probably finished the Spring Play too, I really don't care about that right now, sorry. Just thinking about not getting in makes me all sick to my stomach, I want this really badly. I mean, if you didn't get in that alright, your still talented, I promise. Dont feel bad, its okay. But if you did, good job. Great, now I have to go. Class is almost over. I hate ending on a negative note!!! Well you know what, you rock Future Me, don't let anyone tell you differently. Wear your combat boots, sing at the top of you lungs to Gaga, dance in the rain, and play with you imaginery friends even though you are sixteen. Have a fun summer, I love you! Love, Swainy Todd