You don't. Deal with it. :P.
Ok, fine, I'll really corrupt that wish.
You find out when I'm going to visit, but find out it's not for another 3 months. You get depressed, blow off all you homework, and end up totally flunking out of highschool. You get kicked out of the house, have to live on your own, fliping burgers, and you don't get to see me when I come home because you have to work. Tough luck, sis.
I wish I could figure out how to tackle this programming problem.
--Chris