My pen exploded about an hour ago. I'm not exaggerating. I was in intense study mode and suddenly my pen stopped working. I scribbled on some scratch paper, it started working again, and then I went back to my notes, but when I started writing a giant glob of ink leaked out and it squirted itself everywhere. I wonder what happened... spontaneous combustion without heat? You know what this means? It means I'm studying too much and as a subsequence my pen is protesting. I should throw some pepper spray on it. HA. Too soon? ;)
People ask me why I never use pencils. I HATE pencils. With a deep passion. Especially those ugly SAT pencils. I never use them unless I need to fill out a scantron and even then I do so begrudgingly. Pencils are dirty. They make the underside of your right hand gray. If you make a mistake you have to bust out the eraser and leave a bunch of eraser shavings everywhere. If I'm sitting next to someone that is frantically erasing and brushing off their eraser shavings in my direction during an exam I can't concentrate. Would YOU be able to concentrate as fat little chunks of gray droppings fly onto your desk? And this is precisely why I always sit on the left most seat in the row... though knowing my luck the next person that sits to my right is going to be left handed.
Oh my gosh!! LOL!!
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just me talking about the things that go on in my mind... if you don't want to waste your lives i suggest you go and be productive~
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