Busy work under the guise of SAT prep. That is what we've been doing between nine and three for the last four days. I have recently discovered that I can not count,so I may be wrong. It doesn't look all that torturous. Feelings will tell you more than looks ever will.
"Can we kill him and feed him to the wolves?"
"There are no wolves in Florida."
This doesn't seem real, but its too mundane to be fiction. My imagination is vivid just not this anticlimatic.
If train left New Orleans at seven a.m. on a Thursday and travelled for six hours at eighty miles per hour and sometime during those six hours a little girl whom we'll call "Amane" started walking down the tracks, at what time would collision occur? (Assume: a)the driver is an incompetent twit, b)"Amane" isn't writing this, and c)there is a northwest wind and it is a partly-cloudy day).
Answer: The solution may only be found if you have the ability to look beyond the all-consuming spoon.
I keep staring at the numbers. I don't know what I'm excepting from them. If only binary weren't so lonesome. The variables will me to turn them into words. Even if it is just to satify some carnal infatuation within me.
"Defend Asia!" cries a tiny korean girl. Peeking out from beneath her matte black jacket, she ensures that the action is committed. Her eyes shift noticably from one group to another. This is...Risk.
As soon as they figure out what to do, they'll take over the world. It was every preteen's life goal and its now a class. They've gone from spaghetti and marshmallow towers to taking over the world. Kids these days sure do grow up fast.
INTP: Introverted Intuitive Thinking Perceiving
Eloquent, isn't it? Paradoxal, even. In this growing world, every single person can be classified as one of sixteen categories.
"Oh, she's just an INTP. Ignore her. She doesn't want to be seen. She just watches, creepy isn't it?" says the ENFJ to an ESFP.