I decided to help out Katey by undergoing the terror of reading through completely awful works of 'literature.' I read a decent story with a stupid ending, a completely over done story about a cute little boy, a good story that ended like it was no longer a story but a fucking psa about how to be a giving person. Katey and I packed a shit ton of clothes tonight, looked at what lurked under the bed [which landed us with many treasures], and then sat down to decide that we'd both be dirt poor forever and end up teaching at some highschool because our degrees are pointless.
I think i might shoot myself having to teach highschool students with the ability to write complete shit. I remember my sophomore year when writing literally envelopped my life. I remember how my teacher adored my absolute shit, and tonight i revisited some of it to be absolutely correct in my assumption that NO ONE can write as a highschooler.
On another note, we found an excerpt to our book that included sayings such as:
'oh, it's a chinese magical!'
'do samuris get married? i mean to like geishas or something? that's sumos!'
Not really funny to outsiders, but literally bending over with pain from lauging sort of funny to katey and me. Earlier this morning we also found a book from when i lived in VA the first time around. Now, that was hilarious.
What is the most poplar fashion right now? Lace up jeans
katey was going to be a lawyar, spelled that way too, and me, well we didn't waste our time. patrina was most likely to grow up to be a clown, and katey was going to thank god when she won an award. pft.
Basically, i love looking back at being a child.
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