All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

I remember why I have been avoiding hanging out with Mlle. Smith. She's so boring. All she talks about is M. Smith because he's the only person she's been hanging out with this whole summer. Every time I do something that remotely deviates from ordinariness, it's, "Oh, my God, you're so weird," or "Oh, my God, you're so awkward." Well, I'd rather be weird than be ordinary and boring.

The thing is, when I'm with Mlle. Johnston, she joins in on the stupid shit I do. Like the other day when she comes over in the middle of the night. It's fun; it's spontaneous; it's not boring.