I can never spell acquiantence right. I spell it so impossibly that chrome can’t even figure out what I’m trying to type. Acquiantance. Acquiantence. Acquaintance. I think that is actually the first time I’ve ever spelled it right.
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 […]