I Had NO Clue...

 So before anyone thinks that I mean, a), I had no clue that I stink like a walrus(I do not stink and neither does a walrus), b), that it is hard to act sophisticated when you trip over your own feet, or c), that I only need to get two more things approved for science fair, let me explain. Okay, fine, b and c are true. But that's not what I meant. Oof I digress. Anyhoo, I had no clue that.... I actually write better than a random toddler that you pick off any random street in any random middle-of-nowhere kind of random place. (Could you say I'm random? But I digress...) Remember my "novel" Twenty Four(I actually think I'll need a better title. Mimi suggested Out of Time, but I'm not sure yet.)? Well, I haven't looked at what I've got written for almost a month, and when I read it today I was surprised that my writing was actually pretty good. Well, not phenomenal, like Kirsten Miller's, but better than the suspense-less, drab, not-making sense junk I'd always deemed it to be. Just like my teacher says, I think my work is worse than it really is.
Now I've gotta go read some other stuff. Wait, two more things.
1. Have any of you read THE HUNGER GAMES by Suzanne Collins? If not, you are doing yourself a real displeasure. You really should. Also the second book, CATCHING FIRE, which I have not been fortunate enough to get my hands on yet.
2. Has anyone read Edgar Allan Poe's short story, "The Pit and the Pendulum?" The one where the guy is imprisoned in a dungeon with(you guessed it) a pit and a pendulum and it happens during the Spanish Inquisition? If yes, then good. If not, then bear with me. Yesterday on our evaluation(my teacher's fancy way of saying test) question number seven read, "How is a fish like a can of condensed milk?" And I thought, how does this have anything to do with pits or pendulums or the actual story? And so our teacher started walking around the room, checking out everyone's answers for number 7, and he said "no" for each one. Well by the end of the period he had everyone stumped and he collected the papers with my number seven answer being only, "A fish is like a can of condensed milk because." As soon as the last paper was in his hand, he said, "The answer to number 7 was..." then he paused, "that neither can ride a bicycle."
I'll leave you to ponder that and whether number seven will count for the grade. I can only hope not.