Good periodoftimeafterthemiddleoftheday to you!
I came home from my English class today and informed my parents of the A* (for those of you who don't know what the asterix stands for, it's an A star, the equivalent - I've used the word equivalent too much today - is an A + if you're an Americano, I think) for my Non-fiction essay. For which I got praise from mother and from Father....well I'll let his words speak for him:
Daddy-dearest: "That's a good mark! Of course, the mark quite possibly would have been lower if somebody else was marking it. Not everybody would give it the same mark. But nevertheless there we are!"
Joanna-piana: "...thanks."
He's so defeatest and negative that it's no wonder he's done nothing with his life.
Another quote for you now then:
'you are too sweet, you know that? really, you are. you're like mother teresa on acid after spending a weekend of debauchery with leper dwarves in a seedy mud hut in the back woods of borneo, kind of sweet.'
So now everybody knows the way in which I am sweet. Thank you to my new friend on MW for bringing this vital atom of my personality to the surface. There it goes floating on the surface. Floaty, floaty! Floooaaaty floaty!
Aghem...
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