Because of Wizard Rock.

Here is my "short story". I was going to write a real one, but I wimped out and only wrote about 2 paragraphs. But then last night, I was goofing off with Johnny and I just started writing down some ridiculous randomness that represents our conversations. That's one good thing about my brother, he brings out the crazy in me. The "why", "because of wizard rock" thing is because I showed him the Moaning Myrtles song "Transparent" and he was mad that I got it into his head, so now the answer to every question beginning with "why" is "because of wizard rock", and it's kind of a game. It makes sense if you listen to the song.

“Why?”
“Because of wizard rock.”
“Man, okay we’re still tied, but don’t worry, I’ll get you back my pretty, before the sun falls out of the sky” threatened Tess, turning into a wicked witch of the west.
*Mysterious evil laughter surrounds the brother and sister*
“Where did that evil laughter come from?” asked Jack.
“I don’t know,” replied Tess, “wanna play Tetris?”
“No are you crazy?!? The Red Wings still have to win the Stanley Cup!”
“Who cares about sports?”
“What an abomination! You know, you can’t go through life thinking everything’s all fine and dandy and mushrooms and pancakes” Jack retorted.
“Three…two…one…ZERO! Well, it’s over now, the Red Wings officially lost.”
*sobbing is heard from the corner of the room*
Waaaaaaaahhh why do they have to suck so bad? Waaaaahhhhhh”
“Because of wizard rock (*snickers*). But really, it’s alright. There’s always next year.”
“Darn.” *all signs of crying magically disappear*
“That’s right, you can’t fool me,” Tess cried victoriously.
“Fine, I’m gonna go eat a popsickle now.”
“Popsickles are so futuristic.”
“You spelled popsicles wrong.”
“How do you know, do we have a box of sugar-free Popsicle-brand popsicles to prove it?”
*Jack goes to freezer, snaps fingers, sugar-free Popsicle-brand popsicle box flies to front*
“Oh. I guess I have to change it now. And I’m sorry I didn’t take your word for it.”
*both take popsicles*
“Like really, though, why do you eat so many freakin’ popsicles a day? You’re like an addict.”
“I have a strict diet, 5 or more a day. I mean, I can’t disobey the doct-”
“YES I WINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Tess cut him off, chortled at her cleverness and skipped off into the sunset.

...Yeah, so there it is. Weird, I know.

In other news, today I went to visit Emily at her aqua-colored apartment for a "potluck" along with a few rowers from the Ann Arbor area. The cat who belongs to the owner who she's subleasing from is so cute! Isn't Kiwi a cute name for a cat? I thought of another great cat name the other day, but unfortunately I forgot it, and I hope I remember it someday so I can write it down.

But anyways, we went (out the window) to Blimpy Burger, and the girl at the grill was SO ANGRY! And the condiment/topping guy was a jerk too. It was absolutely HILARIOUS! The deep-fryer guy was fine though. Apparently they have a very specific way of ordering stuff, but how was I supposed to know, it was my first time?!?! So when I said what kind of cheese I wanted before she cooked my burger, she freaked out. "You don't put cheese on RAW BURGERS!" I am so glad we went so I can treasure that memory for the rest of my life.