The other day in Speech and Debate class(yesterday), I had to give a speech about an object I pulled out of a box. Guess which one I got. A pen. What would you talk about with a pen you might ask? It's very simple.
What does one usually think about when you see or hear the word pen? I think about school, and all the essays you have to right for English or any other classes. Those long, boring essays that you stay up all night writing if you procrastinate like me. I also think about how the ink always dies out on the second sentence, wanting me to fail school. Then I throw the pen across the room in frustration, causing the other pens to turn against me after I abuse one of their brothers. So in a way, a pen decides your future. Weird, huh? So see, pens are evil! I prefer pencils until they run out of lead. Then it starts the whole cycle again.
I hope you liked my little rant about pens. That is not the only thing I am going to talk about. I am going to talk about my obsessions with eighties music. Does anyone else think that's its weird for a fourteen-year-old to like eighties music? I actually know who The Waitresses are and Kim Wilde. Go Kim Wilde! That is all I am going to talk about for now. Talk to you guys later! Ciao!
커ㅣ이ㅌㅣ(It's my name in Korean, I think)
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