Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


82. Friday, July 24th.

By this time tomorrow, I'll be hanging with Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, and Osric Chau. My life is wonderful. 



Story time! So one time, my friend and I were doing this science thing where we went to a nuclear reactor, then did activities with these other people whom we didn't know. During one of them, we were told to individually go to the front of the room and introduce ourselves, tell where we're from, and say something interesting about ourselves. So, naturally, I turned to my friend and was like, "What am I supposed to say?? I'm not interesting!"

And he was like, "You're plenty interesting, just say something about your motorcycle."

So we went up there, and everyone else had been saying stuff like, "I have a pug." "I'm double jointed." "I can lick the bottom of my foot." or whatever, and then I went up and was like, "Yeah, so one time I bought a motorcycle and hid it from my mom in the basement for a year."

And then I calmly went and sat down. That was my one social success story.

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