Excuses, Excuses.

In case nobody could tell already, today's my birthday.
Woot!
So in celebratory awesomeness, I've decided to make a post on the highlights of the day.
Nvm, screw this, just see the post below, titled "My birthday, and nothing more."
Excellent.
So whatever, my mom and dad decided to get me a little birthday-present, which is basically getting to go to California for my Johns Hopkins Camp.
Psh, its not like they wouldn't let me go anyways. However, it did count as my birthday present.
Still pretty sweet getting to go to Los Angeles ova' t3h summer.

So I went out to eat for dinner today (a big surprise), went to this place called "Stardust Diner." It wasn't too bad, except for the fact that it seemed that there was only one waitress. Meh, there's been worse.
Anyways, I got this "thing" called English Blackened Prime Rib. 'Twas actually kind of good, being that it was English and all. Yes Geoffrey, you can go do your "because thats what heroes do" stance. Yup.
Even being that 'twas good, it didn't seem my parents favoured the $10 price tag that just happened to follow it around like a little dog following a penguin because penguins LOVE little doggies.
With leashes.
Duh.

So after that, we stumbled into our cars in the bitter cold of winter-snowyness and became awesome throughout the entire car ride. You know, the usual.

In case you've been wondering still why the post title is called "Excuses, Excuses," perhaps you should read below. Yeah... Below...

Below.

More below.

Under this less than incriminating line of text is a comedy script I thought up of during science, mainly because I didn't have anything better to do. At all.
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I was looking at a few magician's tricks, mainly the "Ha ha noob I'm going to pull this tablecloth out of under the dishes" trick. Now you see, it really doesn't look to hard, and it would be easy to imagine what that magician would say.
Now, he'd be like, "I decided to clean only the tablecloth, but I didn't feel like taking off the dishes one by one."
At this point he's pull the tablecloth out from under.
Now you see, I very much have difficulty imagining what that magician would do in a situation where the trick failed miserably. How would he respond? What would be his excuse?
Perhaps he took the tablecloth out from under, and the dishes with it, shattering onto the floor.
The only response to that I can think of is :
"Well at least I don't have to clean the dishes."