Thank You, Obama

I was very lucky to run into President Obama himself. He was volunteering at an icecream store, so of course I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to meet him (fig. 1). My brother bought icecream first, making casual conversation with him. I was nervous.

"What kind of icecream would you like?" said Barack. 

"..c-can I have a sample of the mint chip?" I replied nervously, even though I already know what mint chip icecream tastes like. 

"I'm sorry, we can't let you sample that one because the proceeds don't go to charity." 

I noticed that certain flavors had symbols next to them. That's what that must mean. I panicked, so I picked a random flavor. It had the word "Jamaican" in it. It tasted like Tiramisu.

We left the shop, but I realized I had forgotten to thank him. I ran back, but Obama just finished up his shift and was cleaning up.

How I Celebrated Christmas

It was the first time I celebrated Christmas after New Years. Thankfully, I had a bottle of "snow" to celebrate with. You see, "snow" is actually gold star confetti (fig. 1)As the clock struck midnight, I sprayed the snow everywhere and ran down the street. I ran into Santa Claus and he gave me another bottle. How nice of him.

I got back to my dorm room and started to clean my room. I used tea and a sponge to wipe my desk. There was extra tea left in the sponge so I put it in my mouth. I realized that wasn't the best idea so I took it out (fig. 2).

Bernard passed by my room and told me he was leaving for winter break. I didn't believe him, so I checked his room, and he was telling the truth.

Birthday Party

My brother was playing with his new Nintendo DS. It has an extra large screen and a full size keyboard (fig. 1). He got it as a birthday present. I guess it looks like a laptop.
He told me about the party he was having at the house. As people arrived, I got excited. But then... I blacked out.

When I awoke, I saw two people talking. Rachel was sitting on the bunkbed, and I asked her what happened. The party was over. I had too much to drink.

Beetlejuice Fruit

Have you ever had a Beetlejuice fruit? I have. Contrary to popular belief, a Beetlejuice fruit is not a pineapple with Michael Keaton's face on it (fig. 1).

I was in Berkeley sitting cross-legged on the corner of Piedmont and Bancroft with my friend Rachel and someone else that I can't recall. My other friend Annie was sitting in a tree, so we couldn't talk to her. She seemed preoccupied. We were all eating something called a Beetlejuice fruit (fig. 2).
It tasted like an orange but it looked like a bell pepper. It was purple on the outside, but green on the inside. We talked and had a good time, but Annie was still in the tree.