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Bartlet has one 't'. No. Matter. What.
Google is asking me, "Did you mean Josiah Bartlett ?" I am so insulted. Why in hell would I be searching for a prominent historical figure, as opposed to a fictional television president?
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Don't answer that. (And anyway, who says he's fictional? Bartlet is my president! And Toby is my Communications Director!)
We went to iParty Monday night. (I skipped Quiz Bowl to do so.) I bought (among other things) a purple wig and a George Bush mask. Jenny bought an Afro wig and a Phantom of the Opera mask. We proceeded to drive through the center of town, honking the horn and waving to all the college kids. It was awesome.
But anyway, frivolities aside. Back to the much-loved topic of complaining about anything and everything. I'm supposed to be doing a U.S. History project right now. I'm not, of course. It's due tomorrow, I started it yesterday (well, I wrote the speech yesterday. I typed it tonight), and now I just have to make a poster. About the Quartering Act. Whoo. Also due tomorrow is my paper on The Scarlet Letter (still have to revise one little thing- I put something in my thesis that I never got around to discussing in the body of the paper. Will I add the part I forgot into the paper? No! I'll just delete that part of my thesis!) Friday I have an Astronomy project due (I'll start it tomorrow, during class). And I have a joke of a Peace Studies project due Friday. Except she might make it due Monday, because it's so much of a joke that no one in class is working on it, so we're going to need more time to finish it. But seriously, all I need to do is research school violence, draft an opinion on what causes it (I already know my opinion on what causes it, and it sure as hell isn't television and video games), and write a proposal on what our school could do to be more safe. Well, for starters, we could fire Mrs. Wotton and get a new Assistant Principal. Then we could move on to cracking down on bullies and drunken idiots, and stop blaming television for everything. Oh yeah, and gun control. Have I mentioned that?
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Don't answer that. (And anyway, who says he's fictional? Bartlet is my president! And Toby is my Communications Director!)
We went to iParty Monday night. (I skipped Quiz Bowl to do so.) I bought (among other things) a purple wig and a George Bush mask. Jenny bought an Afro wig and a Phantom of the Opera mask. We proceeded to drive through the center of town, honking the horn and waving to all the college kids. It was awesome.
But anyway, frivolities aside. Back to the much-loved topic of complaining about anything and everything. I'm supposed to be doing a U.S. History project right now. I'm not, of course. It's due tomorrow, I started it yesterday (well, I wrote the speech yesterday. I typed it tonight), and now I just have to make a poster. About the Quartering Act. Whoo. Also due tomorrow is my paper on The Scarlet Letter (still have to revise one little thing- I put something in my thesis that I never got around to discussing in the body of the paper. Will I add the part I forgot into the paper? No! I'll just delete that part of my thesis!) Friday I have an Astronomy project due (I'll start it tomorrow, during class). And I have a joke of a Peace Studies project due Friday. Except she might make it due Monday, because it's so much of a joke that no one in class is working on it, so we're going to need more time to finish it. But seriously, all I need to do is research school violence, draft an opinion on what causes it (I already know my opinion on what causes it, and it sure as hell isn't television and video games), and write a proposal on what our school could do to be more safe. Well, for starters, we could fire Mrs. Wotton and get a new Assistant Principal. Then we could move on to cracking down on bullies and drunken idiots, and stop blaming television for everything. Oh yeah, and gun control. Have I mentioned that?