Additionally

I'm not quite sure how I did on my quiz. I'm going to give myself an arbitrary 85, but please feel free to give me whatever you think I deserve.

Also.

That time I picked...or is it plucked? I think its plucked. So that time I plucked something off the ground was quite the adventure indeed. I actually threw it on the ground to pick it up and sing a song. It was not the greatest and best song in the world, nor was it a tribute, Tenacious D. It was more like a bad attempt at a good song that just fell really short> i find myself pondering the importance of picking other things off the ground and singing a song about it> i wonder if that would make my days go by better and faster and if I even want that. Possibly...because I would be making up songs all the live long fucking day and picking up litter, which is always a nice thing to do. So yeah...quite the experience.

I call this story "Michael: Hero of the Chalkboard."

All across the land, and by land I mean the world, but I don't really like the phrase, "All Across the World."... So, all over the land, and again "land" is meant to signify "world," the chalkboards go unchampioned. They are hit, beaten, abused, written on aggressively, smacked by erasers, etc., and they have cried in agony. But their plight has not gone unnoticed, for Michael has become that champion that they so desperately need.