I Can't Even Tell You...

...how infinitely much I love my pal Jumper.

The Nicknamer, The One That's Really Blonde, Miss Hannigan, and I went out tonight. There was a dance and we decided that the world deserved to see us tearing the place up. Anyway, we went and had a lovely time and my dearest of dears, Jumper, was there.

Oh-my-Lanta, I love that kid. He is the perfect friend. He is one of those people whom you can only be away from for about fifteen minutes. More than that and you start missing the crap out of him. This is because when Jumper walks into a room, everyone suddenly feels ten times better than before. He makes everyone want to jump for joy.

And the HUGS. Jumper gives the greatest hugs in the world. Hugging Jumper is a very comforting and reassuring experience. If I had a choice, I would probably be hugging Jumper for the rest of my days.

So tonight we danced. Bad Romance was the very last song played, and we sure did make a spectacle of it. I think he and I make a darn good team. We blew the roof off of that place. And now I want to do it AGAIN. And we will, but there are only so many more opportunities left-he graduates in the spring. Honestly I'm not quite sure what I am going to do after that. He is going to do great and wonderful and positively splendid things in The World, but I won't be hugging and dancing and making Theater Magic with him. And that makes me sad. But Jumper will come back, because once you enter Hogwarts School of Theater Magic you never truly leave.

Jumper, my dear, THANK YOU. There is more I could say, but I won't because I'm saving some of it for your birthday card.

If You're Ever in Doubt...Find Something to Blog About

That didn't make sense. I just wanted to rhyme, okay? Deal with it.

I have finished the Overwhelmingly Evil And Confusing Project. Notecards included. The One Who's Really Blonde and I will rock this presentation on Dante. What is really unfortunate, though, is that I spent so much time worrying about making sure I had all of the project's required elements that I didn't get to really focus on Dante himself. I'm afraid that what little
information I've managed to absorb will fly away with the morning. (p.s. This project is
supposed to be about Renaissance Men- Dante was born in 1265. Not even close. Oh well, not my problem.)

The giant birthday bash for all of us kids was a success. Skinny Me made about ninety cupcakes, all of which are now gone. I could eat that raspberry buttercream with a spoon. Oh, and now I must learn to play the ukelele. FG and Company gave me a beautiful new one. I am counting on BFK to teach me.

Baby Carrot and I will be rocking our overalls at school tomorrow as Mario and Luigi. The first day of Homecoming Week at Hogwarts is always Twin Day. I'm extremely excited to find out what the rest of the week's themes are going to be.

I should finish reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm so glad we've finally moved on to the fun books in Brit Lit. I was cracking up for almost the entire class as we were discussing the first few chapters. Jane Austen is purely genius, plain and simple.

I'm off to explore the novel of manners. Goodnight, my dears.

Goal 6, or Keeping The Dream Alive

Here at my dear school, we have five official Goals and Criteria that all of us learn freshman year and then promptly forget (well, I remembered, I guess). These goals can be summarized with the following words and phrases:

Goal One: God/Jesus
Goal Two: Homework
Goal Three: Service hours
Goal Four: Friends
Goal Five: Ground Floor, aww yeah!

But, dear readers, there is one more unspoken goal: Goal Six. This is the one that causes all the small creatures to appear. Goal Six, my friends, is "food".

Last year, in an attempt to fulfill this goal, some friends and I decided to have a dessert potluck at lunch on Fridays. Thus Fatty Friday was born.

And then we forgot about it. Until today, that is, when Heeners arrived with a large container of Reese's-filled brownies, The One That's Really Blond brought M&M bars, and The Nicknamer showed up with a lovely box full of pumpkin cupcakes. With cream cheese frosting, y'all. I love that girl. I do feel bad, though, because Save Yourself and I forgot stuff. But maybe that was a good thing-we didn't manage to totally finish anything off.

After a test run, I concur that maybe Fatty Friday should be a once-a-month thing. Food babies should only be conceived sparingly, you know.