You should be worried about yourself and your GPA, if anything; “secret plans” aren’t my Forte. Or, well, maybe they are, but about survival and end-of-the-world scenarios, that sort of thing. Maybe I just truly have no comment about you, have you ever thought of that? Or maybe you render my usually-eloquent-self speechless with your being, or maybe I’m too busy with other things to get too in-depth with an analysis, or maybe my comments wouldn’t be so nice and if you’ve got nothing nice to say, say nothing at all, that’s what they all say! There’s a plethora of options, really, and the only thing they all have in common are that they’re none of your business.
I do worry about those things, actually! Very often. Which is why I was a little bit worried about someone else trying to sabotage them, since left to my own devices I have them mostly under control. You having no comment on me would be admittedly a little disappointing, since I feel like I have so many comments to make about you, but I guess I don’t need to be memorable. And thinking you were rendered speechless is very romantic, I’ll leave that kind of thinking to people like Margo Vasilovich, they have more fun with it than me. Or the opposite of romantic, wow, you’ve done an excellent job of making me regret teasing you about this, Keanu. Congratulations, another victory for you.
