Hello all of you fine people, and welcome to another week of minty freshness!

After writing one of these bad boys (a letter from the editor), I have managed to mispronounce the simple word, “letter” one million times. What noises was I making other than the easy-going, “let-er?” I was saying, “let-it-or.” Therefore, in order to save face, I will only refer to this tiny package of words as, “A Leditor from the Editor.”

I think this fiasco of mine perfectly represents my speech qualities, meaning that my words tend to jumble up and sound like I’m having mini strokes in my mouth. Nonetheless, I refuse to let my mouth strokes ruin my merry day.

My nonchalant approach to speaking properly may be the cause of my downfall, but I have been living by the saying, “if you can’t convince them, confuse them,” ever since I read it on the internet as a child. What can I say? Sometimes it’s hard to teach old dogs new tricks.

In hindsight, a lot of phrases that influenced my childhood may not have been the greatest, or I didn’t interpret them correctly. For example, when my mom spouted that, “curiosity killed the cat,” I thought that it was a cool thing because I love cats. I continued being inquisitive, despite the consequences that were involved … like my mother’s wrath.

Luckily, my nosiness hasn’t left me without limbs or any fatalities — yet. However, the night is still young and there are a lot of things that need to be tussled up. To clarify, I don’t mean tussled up physically, because I have noodle arms, rather with throwing a curiosity-covered wrench into whatever situation I come across.

That’s all from me this time! I wish you cool cats a great week of studying, drinking, crying or what have you.