321. Whine because she has to go back to school tomorrow.

323. Wait from Super Smash Brothers Brawl

324. Play it (on Sunday)

335. Congratulate Ozai on #322.

336. Tell Spacerac that #334 can be done.

337. Determine if repeating the phrase "I think I can" over and over while trying to accomplish something actually work using scientific theories, experiments, and observations to draw an accurate and eloquent conclusion.

Theory:

Saying "I think I can" while wishing for new Avatar: The Last Airbender episodes to magically appear on the screen before me will work according to the overwhelmingly positive evidence recorded and presented in narrative form by the authentic document classified under the designation of The Little Engine That Could.

Scientific Process:

Steps 1-723. Incessantly repeat "I think I can" aloud while simultaneously concentrating on the afore determined goal for a solidly set period of time [that allotted time being ten hours for this specific trial].

Observations:

1. Screen flickering, but only because the satellite dish keeps going out with all this wind.

2. Left eye leaking blood. Possible vessel rupture while concentrating so hard. May have inadvertently discovered the cause of aneurysms, but that is not important now.

3. Mouth dry, voice hoarse, and lips chapped after talking for so long at once. [No time to pause and take in liquids for rehydration based on the Little Engine's apparent refusal to divert his attention with anything else until completing the goal at hand. Ponders if humans should undertake a different process from a locomotive, but there's no time for that now.]

4. Uncontrollable spasming has begun in the thumb, a digit once used to flip the channel to Nickeloedeon with a remote control for the purpose of Avatar viewings and turning up the volume during crucial points, but now sorely neglected in this occupation for a several month stretch now [Can fingers suffer from withdrawal? Further observation in a separate trial may be necessary to ascertain].

5. Have developed an atypical mania for Brassica oleracea var. Capitata [Common name: cabbage].

6. An alarming amount of frothy spittle has begun to originate and accumulate around the oral cavity.

7. Ocular sensory almost certainly impaired [Unless blue arrow tattoos have indeed been placed all over the arms, legs, and forehead without prior knowledge.].

8. Desperation has begun to set in. The contemplation has already arisen of turning to...fanfiction [I fear the worst. When will this madness end?!].

Conclusion:

*headdesk* That B****** Little Engine lied through his grate!