Choices, Tell-O-marketers, and Mr. K

Wow, excuse me for being a cynic, but has anyone looked at our econ book? It's like the lecture Donnie Darko had to sit through in health.
It's Saturday, you can go and paint your neighbor’s house, and get 75 bucks, or go hang out with friends, or you can blow 50 on some basketball game.
1. list your choices:
a. Go to the basketball tournament
b. Paint apartment
c. Tough one... I listed all my options, and then went with the best one. a. go rob a bank, get all the money you want for college. b. Mess with tell-o-marketers with my sister, fun to do on a Saturday morning, c. invest my money in CDs and stock, d. eat babies with Julie. Nutritious
Well, we can cross off C, but the rest looked pretty good to me. I'll let you figure it out and tell me what to put. 2.what are you going to choose? I go with Ashley on this one, paint the house, because I have no friends.
My sister, for the past 2 weeks, has been entertaining MCI, who has been calling like a long lost brother about 4 times a day. She has spoken fluent Spanish, congratulated them on solving their hair growth problem, pretended to be from their High school, made them last the long search to find the customer service department of our house, while playing dad's elevator music for a half hour in between each transfer, and finished their sentences for them with random sayings, told them all her personal problems, and spoke Japanese,
And yet, after all of this, they just called again. These people are truly die-hard. I'm starting to admire them. Meridith is enjoying the challenge. Each call gets more cunning and creative. She's really shaping up to being a great person. Aunt Nancy is proud. She is happy, she just added a quarter with a hole in it to her strange coin collection.
Today, for once, I was productive in school. This is a great achievement for me. By lunch I had done my homework on time, organized the CX bucket, and assembled a box. But the real challenge was yet to come. Mr. K, of AP physics (pronounced fI-si^cks) has a devilish fiend he unleashes every class period. The black hole of boredom. Not even the great top ten can escape its awesome power. Sucking you in it's mighty vortex, within ten minutes of each lecture, you are guaranteed to be reduced to a dead blob, who can only doodle on a page, or zero off into space, lost in a pocket of time, praying for something to come end it all. The only break in its monotone rapid are Callan's random ' ha ha, what? I don't get it?" as he throws his pencil and runs his fingers through that polished mop of hair. Oh Callan, you try so hard to fight it, just let it suck you in, then you won't care about anything, not even yourself. Callan's favorite story is where he went to his brother's (or sister's) college, and sat in on a freshman Engineering class mid-semester. He understood more what was going on in there than when was he came back that afternoon and attended Physics. David McCoy is just content to stand on a turning disk in the front of the room, holding a wheel and attempting to travel around in a complete circle while spinning it. Every time he does it, it reminds me of a hamster, trapped in a wheel. Perfect story of his life. God I miss creative writing, do you think it's too late to transfer out of debate?