IHOP

I have so many posts that I have to get to, cos studying for finals bites.


So I'm in psycho class the other day and Garrett brings his spring pen. One of the favorites in Garrett's aresnal of weird pens, it has the capacity to bend in many different directions and even in half. Garrett's always telling me "HA! Bitch, bet your pen can't do that!". Not one to be showed up, I proceed to bend my PaperMate pen in half as well, making a nice crease in the middle of my almost destroyed pen. I have answered the challenge, but at what cost?

My own pen, my only pen, was now mutilated. It was a lost cause already, what left was there to salvage? Nothing. So I bent and I twisted and I played until *SNAP!*, right across the midsection. I shook with the ink on my hands thinking, "My G------d... What have I done? What have I DONE?".

I worked it out of its pain and was soon left with two, equal sized, pieces of pen. What to do, what to do? BLOW INK OUT OF THE END! My necroenjoyment was soon over as there is only so much ink in half a pen. But I realized then, could the tip still work? Almost reluctantly I put my pen to the test. AHA! Like a worm chopped in deuce by a football cleat, my pen was alive again!

But it wasn't only that, my pen was different. Of course it looked different, but it wrote with the same heart and yet, something strange enticed me to study it longer. Like a stack of pancakes it hit me: blueberries. My pen smelled like blueberries. But a whole blueberry can't fit down a pen, so there had to be something else.

"SYRUP!" I yelled. "The blue ink is really blueberry syrup!" Of course, it had been there all along. My nightly salivation on my homework, the whipped cream in my Wite-Out container - it all made sense. After a little bit of research I found that PaperMate is actually an extention of the popular breakfast place, infamously named 'IHOP'. But why?

Something's up between the two. I can smell it like a hashbrown on a mushroom omellete. Look for more info later, after finals.