My Future Self and Me

So, I need to write a piece of fiction or whatever in order to be considered for enrollment into this amazing creative writing class on campus. The only problem is, is that I've tried in vain for the last two years to get into it and nothing has come from it. It really makes me doubt my writing ability at times. And if I wasn't such a good girl I would contemplate stealing something from one of the good writers on fictionpress. Yes, that's rather sad that I would even think of it. But, really, I want into that class badly.
I think that I might give my first born to Rumpelstiltskin to get into it.
I would give up wearing shoes in winter... although that would result in frost bite. But that's just how much I want this.
See, here lies the problem. I seem to have no original ideas. I really do believe that I left my mojo in high school at the computer that I always used in writers craft. Seriously. That computer was the best thing to ever happen to me. Floppy disks too. Those things just seemed to inspire creativity since they were so behind in technology.
Then again, I do have a floppy disk thing that hooks into a USB port. maybe I should find that and go through all of the old stuff that I wrote during the good days where I wasn't suppressed by university, roommates, and life in general.
I should probably do that in the morning though. Right now my neck and shoulder are killing me. I think that carrying around my entire life in a shoulder bag isn't a good idea. But what else am I supposed to do? At least there aren't text books that I have to cart around with me as well. That would really mess up my body. Of course, my body has been fighting a winning war against me since I was 16.
That makes me feel do old. Seeing the kids I knew when they were in diapers in grade school now also makes me feel like I am about to keel over in my sleep too. Time is just going by way too fast for my liking. And yet not as fast as I would like it to some times.
There are many nights (and days when I should be paying attention in class) where I wish that I could go into the future and find out what my life is going to be like so that I know everything already. Then I wouldn't have to mess around with the dating scene and just focus on finding the man that I will have married. That is to say that I will ever get married. Sometimes that is my greatest fear; that I will be an old maid and never marry until the day that I die. I don't want that for myself. But then I look at the really pathetic people and see how they have found someone to be with for at least a long while and I am comforted by the fact that if they could find someone then I should be able to as well.
I don't want to settle though. And I don't want to get divorced. Well, maybe divorced once while I'm still in my twenties and there are no children involved. But once I have kids I want that to be it. I want to grow old with a husband and children who love me. I want the big family Christmases where everyone is under the same roof. I want the Victorian house with the gingerbread trim, the dog and the ornamental fence. But most of all I don't want to go through all of the bullshit concerned with getting there. I just want to know what the future holds now and I just want to get that.
Sad thing is, I know that it's too much to ask... At least until someone builds a time machine. Or I find a genuine fortune teller...