Today you're in for a treat. I'm going to just tell you a story completely off the top of my head. When I was little and wasn't allowed to read books (imagination is the devils picture box) I used to make up stories to entertain me and my imaginary (irony) friends.
Um...A long, long time ago...wow I was way better at this when I was a kid...hold on. Let me start again. Mark Twain was a shaggy man who told stories of boy adventures. His cheerful irreverence and unhurried pace seem antidotes for attitudes to which they necessarily but unwillingly surrender....um, that's not going to work. That was the beginning of my speech on Mark Twain I gave in 8th grade. Ok fuck it I'm just going to babble.
Here's an unfunny and uninteresting anecdote about my Mark Twain speech. Back when we were being taught how to give speeches I was told to never memorize the speech because it was impossible. Instead you were suppose to just put little points on a note card and talk off of them. I was a weird kid and I totally ignored the part about it seeming more natural to just have talking points and I totally latched onto the part about it being impossible to remember an entire speech. So for some reason it became a game in my head to memorize my speech and 15 years later I still remember those first few lines of my speech...which I stole word for word from a book about Mark Twain. Totally aced that speech by the way! In your face Mrs. Popelka!! Not really, I actually really liked Mrs. Popelka.
That is all,
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