Tuesday, April 20, 2010
So the other day my pencil ran away from me. Maybe it was mad that I was making it take a quiz, or maybe it heard that black pen died in my arms the day before and it wanted to get the hell away from me. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I was almost done with my quiz when he escaped. I turned my pencil around to erase a mistake and it front-flipped out of my hand two rows in front of me. It was the weirdest thing. I searched for him afterward, but there was no trace of him.