So yesterday I went to a museum here in Vermont with my parents. It had a bunch of different stuff, and one of the most impressive things was this giant, authentic old boat you could go on and look at and observe. And on one of the boat decks, they had a desk with a pencil and pieces of paper, as a hands-on exhibit. You were supposed to write "a letter to your friend from sea", but I instead just drew the awesome face. You know the one, right?
That's the one.
So I drew the face on one of the pieces of paper, and left the paper there on the desk on the boat. Later on that day, right before the museum closed, my parents and I went to another one of the exhibits, which was a house styled to look like one from the 1950's, which was awesome. Then the museum closed, and we had to go.
Today, my mom and I decided to go back to the museum and see all the things we missed from yesterday. After we saw all the stuff we didn't see, we went back to the '50's house, because we both liked it.
And when we were in the little kid's-style room of the '50's house, there was a piece of paper on the bunk bed that a little kid at the museum had apparently taken from the boat, and it was written on with very messy handwriting (as far as I can tell, his or her name was "Ophie").
AND GUESS WHAT PIECE OF PAPER IT WAS?
My mom isn't getting me the IIGS i really want off Ebay. i want to shoot somebody. really badly. but i'm not going to, i'd go to [rule 6]-rape prison.