Remarkable
Remarkable is the mystical appearance of pens with the message: "Remarkable" and "I'm made from an old computer printer..." (This is not a personal statement).
These pens appear in the holders of the car doors, in the pen pot on the table downstairs, and more eerily, in my room on the bed. This pen, unlike the rest, is green. Where has it come from? I'm thinking poltergeists. I'm thinking pens with little retractable legs, remote controlled by some superior being whose sole purpose is to freak out innocent teenagers.
On a side note, to whoever manufactures these pens; they have one major flaw, in that they are not very chewable. Please consider that the sticky-out bit which is made for clipping onto pockets needs to be secure if the pen should withstand chewing. I have little pieces of snapped off plastic bits scattered around my room, which really is very inconvenient when stumbling around at 3AM in a sleepy panic, driven by the need to find a muffin which may or may not have been placed in some dark corner six months ago in a dream. These plastic bits are PAINFUL! I have red sticky-out-pen-bit-shaped welts on the soles of my feet.
On yet another side note, this will be the last entry until at least Friday, as blogging counts as a distraction, and I have exams all week, and the week after and the week after that.
Don't go away!
These pens appear in the holders of the car doors, in the pen pot on the table downstairs, and more eerily, in my room on the bed. This pen, unlike the rest, is green. Where has it come from? I'm thinking poltergeists. I'm thinking pens with little retractable legs, remote controlled by some superior being whose sole purpose is to freak out innocent teenagers.
On a side note, to whoever manufactures these pens; they have one major flaw, in that they are not very chewable. Please consider that the sticky-out bit which is made for clipping onto pockets needs to be secure if the pen should withstand chewing. I have little pieces of snapped off plastic bits scattered around my room, which really is very inconvenient when stumbling around at 3AM in a sleepy panic, driven by the need to find a muffin which may or may not have been placed in some dark corner six months ago in a dream. These plastic bits are PAINFUL! I have red sticky-out-pen-bit-shaped welts on the soles of my feet.
On yet another side note, this will be the last entry until at least Friday, as blogging counts as a distraction, and I have exams all week, and the week after and the week after that.
Don't go away!
kiwiqueen - 4. Jun, 11:25
