I am so mediocre. I mean really. With friends, with school, with just everything in my life. I don't know where I'm ever above average. I'm cool with it though. But it's something I think about whenever I see my grades, or get artwork entered in a contest and sent right back, or audition and don't get even the tiniest part. I'm just good enough to be considered, but not to be chosen. Or something.
Plus I can't even make a decent coil pot. Sheeesh.
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I gotta tell you, you're Optimus Prime in this guy's book. I don't know if you caught that, but that was a veiled Transformers reference, but the geekiness of the allusion should not cloak the sentiment. And furthermore, you roll a mean doob, so don't discount that.
P.S. I really hate that word verification thing. What the crap is it even for? You want to talk about mediocre, let's talk about the W.V.
P.P.S. I feel bad now, because I'me sure it serves some purpose that I don't recognize yet, so I don't want to hurt its designers' feelings.
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