And that's...
... the way it is.
Yesterday was Jonny Stew's birthday!
Hooray for Jonathan Stewart and his impeccable wit and charm! I handed out cupcakes that I painstakingly made with my own two hands!
No, seriously, they were made from my own two hands.
Now I have to wear a hook and a prosthetic hand. But the hook is shiny.
After school Monday, my mom brought home a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake that said "Happy Birthday Jon!" on it and had frosting balloons in the top left corner. I don't think I've ever eaten so much ice cream cake in my life. It was addictive, though. Mint chocolate chip ice cream (Jon's favorite) and frosting, I mean, come on. It's not like I can't afford to pig out now and then, anyway. :D
In Honors Government today, M Dub made the remark: "The vice president must be able to take up the president's duties in a heartbeat... or the lack thereof." I found this remark amusing until M Dub started describing a White House conspiracy that would be, for the lack of a better term, perfect. Basically, the vice president and the cabinet could join forces and sign a paper saying that the president is not fit for command. This is legal, as seen in the constitution. It was put in Justin Case (or just in case) a president began losing his memory, mind, et cetera. Once the paper is signed, the vice president automatically takes charge while Congress tries to sort out the facts behind the allegations, which could take months or even a year.
So, let's make a deal. If Dick Cheney ever becomes president, you and I will run for Canada. Straight through Montana. They have lots of scarves and all the placebos you could ever want there, so I think we'll be set. Maybe I can start my edible confetti business up there.
Also, M Dub put a list up on the board naming the top five presidents in history and the bottom five presidents in history according to historians and then according to normal American citizens. Remarkably, as M Dub pointed out, the lists were nearly identical. So I said, "Which means it's pretty easy to be a historian" (all in good humor of course). Then M Dub laughed and asked if I'd like to write his dissertation for his college history class. I graciously declined.
I have nothing more to write here, except a piece of free-verse poetry, since it's Poetry Day in my Book That Will Change Your Life.
Dear Shelby,
It's pastrami day
Wield the sword made of toothpicks
And vanquish the jerk that is Patr-
Is that a martini?
Perhaps it just wasn't enough
To pass on the grass
Except on Thursday
When the stealth ninjas sleep.
Hey, hey, Pa-
All a wonder is clay
Especially when it's a masquerade.
Trippin'.
"364 days until Jon Stewart's birthday!"
John: Emily, you're such a geek.
P.S. I'm working on your cookie, Kelly. It's gonna be delish.
Yesterday was Jonny Stew's birthday!
Hooray for Jonathan Stewart and his impeccable wit and charm! I handed out cupcakes that I painstakingly made with my own two hands!
No, seriously, they were made from my own two hands.
Now I have to wear a hook and a prosthetic hand. But the hook is shiny.
After school Monday, my mom brought home a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake that said "Happy Birthday Jon!" on it and had frosting balloons in the top left corner. I don't think I've ever eaten so much ice cream cake in my life. It was addictive, though. Mint chocolate chip ice cream (Jon's favorite) and frosting, I mean, come on. It's not like I can't afford to pig out now and then, anyway. :D
In Honors Government today, M Dub made the remark: "The vice president must be able to take up the president's duties in a heartbeat... or the lack thereof." I found this remark amusing until M Dub started describing a White House conspiracy that would be, for the lack of a better term, perfect. Basically, the vice president and the cabinet could join forces and sign a paper saying that the president is not fit for command. This is legal, as seen in the constitution. It was put in Justin Case (or just in case) a president began losing his memory, mind, et cetera. Once the paper is signed, the vice president automatically takes charge while Congress tries to sort out the facts behind the allegations, which could take months or even a year.
So, let's make a deal. If Dick Cheney ever becomes president, you and I will run for Canada. Straight through Montana. They have lots of scarves and all the placebos you could ever want there, so I think we'll be set. Maybe I can start my edible confetti business up there.
Also, M Dub put a list up on the board naming the top five presidents in history and the bottom five presidents in history according to historians and then according to normal American citizens. Remarkably, as M Dub pointed out, the lists were nearly identical. So I said, "Which means it's pretty easy to be a historian" (all in good humor of course). Then M Dub laughed and asked if I'd like to write his dissertation for his college history class. I graciously declined.
I have nothing more to write here, except a piece of free-verse poetry, since it's Poetry Day in my Book That Will Change Your Life.
Dear Shelby,
It's pastrami day
Wield the sword made of toothpicks
And vanquish the jerk that is Patr-
Is that a martini?
Perhaps it just wasn't enough
To pass on the grass
Except on Thursday
When the stealth ninjas sleep.
Hey, hey, Pa-
All a wonder is clay
Especially when it's a masquerade.
Trippin'.
"364 days until Jon Stewart's birthday!"
John: Emily, you're such a geek.
P.S. I'm working on your cookie, Kelly. It's gonna be delish.