A birthday poem

My brother wrote me a poem in honor of my birthday!

I got a cool sister named Heather,
who sure as heck doesn’t like cold weather,
looks pretty sweet in a jacket of leather,
and is always fun when we hang together.

She really wants a cat,
One who is preferably kinda fat,
And who is always up for a good chat,
Who chases away scary bats!

She works partly as a page editor,
And when she gets mad she becomes a predator,

Sort of like a mother alligator,
But cooler like a particle accelerator!

She is married to a man named Mark Miller,
Who is sturdier then a freakin pillar,
He’s got great legs from being a bicycler,
But honestly wouldn’t make a decent killer.

So now you turn the age of 23,

And will be chilling under a tree,
For soon you will hold the future key,
Which is getting your degree!

By Marcus Daley







Best poem ever.

I'm having a party and I'm only inviting myself

Is anyone else sick of this winter-that-is-not-winter? It's making me depressed.
I don't know what it is about this year, but 2012 has so far been distressing and depressing. (I blame Christmas)

The only way to push myself through is to have something to look forward to, so I tried to come up with a list of things to look forward to this year.


Graduation

The event I have been looking forward to for years--college graduation! The countdown on my phone tells me there are only 74 days until that glorious day. I have decided my new mantra is "C's get degrees." Is that wrong? I heard my religion teacher say that last semester. I got a B in his class.



Here is a picture of me and Mark at our high school graduation. You're probably asking yourself, what is up with her hair? The answer is: I don't know.

Pretty much that is the only thing on my list. That makes me depressed.

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I guess another thing is that I can now read this book:



A book with my face on it. Amazon tells me it came out the other day, though I still haven't gotten my copy of it. A copy of the book was supposed to be my payment.



My mom already finished reading it. She says it's pretty good.



If you do a Google images search of the book, there's more:



Haha. Oh man. I wish I could have sparkles in my hand in real life.
I remember when I was a little girl I used to think it would be way cooler to have your picture on the cover of a book than on a magazine. Because I was a nerd like that.







Also, I want a guitar for my birthday. I don't how successful I will be at teaching myself. Maybe after I graduate I can take some lessons or something.

Or my musical genius brother-in-law should move to Utah to teach me how to play.


(Steven, if you give me guitar lessons, I will pay you in bacon.)





The end.