I'm here today writing a paper on why I can't be quiet, when in actuality, I CAN be quiet, but I just don't choose to do so.  I do pay attention in class, however, even if I do talk.  Oh, and for the record...cheese is one fo the greatest things ever created.   Wouldn't you agree?  I mean...cheese makes anything taste way better than it would normally taste.  Do you enjoy cheese?  I do.  Anyways...back to the topic at hand.  I don't know why I talk, but I do know that I usually talk to where only the people around me can hear what I say, rather than interrupting the entire class like Allison.  Mmm...cheeeese.  Cheese is good on so many different things.  Quentin Tarantino is an awesome man.  Samuel L. Jackson is an awesome man.  Pulp Fiction is a great movie.  It uses "the 'f' word" more than most movies.  In fact, it probably uses it more than is necessary, but I'm not complaining or anything.  Ving Rhames also got raped, which wasn't pretty at all.  Luckily, Bruce Willis came in with a katana and went Bruce Lee on those hillbilly rapists.  I realize this has nothing to do with me talking in class, but I just thought I'd share my opinion on one of the greatest movies of all time, in my personal opinion.  I'm at home now, watching TV.  I'm watching Smackdown, currently.  It's okay, I guess.  John Cena and A-Train against Chris Benoit and Kurt Angle is going on as I write this.  Benoit should be champion bynow, and Jericho should be RAW champion.  Anyways...those crispitos they have in the lunchroom are awesome.  Strawberry milk is awesome as well.  Benoit and Angle turned on each other, which should provide an awesome match somewhere in the future.  I'm listening to music now.  I also don't know how I'm supposed to write three pages on why I can't be quiet, hence this long, insane ramble about random usless crap.  I'm about to write song lyrics to fill space because I have nothing else to ramble about at the moment.  So...here goes...We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.  The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land, to fight the horde, singing and crying...Valhalla I am coming.  On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore.  We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.  How soft your fields so green can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war.  We are your overloards.  On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore.  So now you'd better stop and rebuild your ruins, for peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.  That was "The Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin.  On my history quiz today, I didn't know one of the answers, so I put "Jim Morrison was the first governor of Massachusetts."  Jim was a great man, he was.  Jimi Hendrix was also a good man.  Have you ever seen The Prophecy?  That is a cool movie.  It stars Christopher Walken as Gabriel, and he's all mad at the humans and stuff because God loves them more then the angels, it seems.  It's a really good movie.  I'm nearing the end of the second page and I don't really have anything left to do a third page...so I think I'll end it somewhere below what this says.  The drink machines always rip me off and it angers me.  I blame those dirty Canadians, I do.  Well, this concludes my reason for tlaking.