I can't believe Bush won. That's all I've got to say on that matter.


Mrs. Kovacs: Okay, Josh, you are not allowed to talk. No more talking for Joshua.

After school...filming for the video project...James doing flips in his Shakespeare outfit, James with his blue gel, everything/one has its/their own shade of blue now. We went to Chuckie's afterwards, James got stuff in all the food groups. Iced tea, slim jims, banana bread, apple spice hostess cupcakes (what were they thinking?), sunflower seeds. He bet that he could eat the whole banana bread thing before we got back to school (about a 5 minute walk), by the end he shoved the whole thing in his mouth, took a swig of iced tea, ended up spraying part of it out, which was actually pretty amusing.

Me: You spat some of it out. That doesn't count now.
James: I had to breathe!


Josh is now my co-writer for NaNoWriMo.

Josh: and u want to use my idea to incorporate EITHER a ROCK AND ROLL IDOL, mass hysteria, an illusion of divine intervention, or extraterrestrial sentient pancakes bent on global domination and syrupy business




“Once you get past the fact that he’s an asshole, he really is quite amusing.”










James: And that's Brent blue!