I’m downright horrible at analyzing poetry but overanalyze life.
Incidentally, today I went up to my teacher after class and asked him what his fifth favorite color was. He was confused but started thinking. He’s is an introverted thinker. I have yet to find out whether he prefers intuition or sensing as well as judging or perceiving. Myers-briggs type indicator, I am forever grateful for you to help show me why I am me.
Third random thing of the day that ties back to the first thing. I observe people, hopefully not strangely. Otherwise I would be like a stalker…I sincerely hope I don’t come across like that to people. Anyways, I keep thinking about the conversation I had the other day with a previously mentioned boy. And today he was making all these sexual jokes in English class. I guess it just goes to show that despite being perfectly decent when you talk to them, they’re very different once you get to know them. It would probably be best to keep people like that at a bit of a distance so you can keep that decency. I find sexual jokes very offensive. (Another reason why I dislike them is because I don’t understand them.)
Shout-out: To my good friend, H! She not only manages to not burst out laughing when she is called by my name (which incidentally starts with H too) but she also supplies me with candy whenever and wherever. She also puts up with my random, sporadic outbursts of weird-ness. She’s hilarious and makes me feel less worse about being a klutz by being more clumsy than I am (: Keep being you!