"Hey Ferb! I know what we're going to do today…"
And with that, Ferb zoned out.
Life is like a pen.
Not a pencil like many people say, but a pen. If you make a mistake, you can't just erase it and start over. You might cross it out, but either way, no one forgets, and no one will let you go for that. You really wish and pray as hard as you can that by some amazing chance, you would be able to go back in time and fix that mistake… Ha, of course with Phineas and I, that was said and done. In reality though, that is just not how life works. You may forget that mistake for a while, but in the end, the ugly blotches of ink show up time and again, and you are reminded of that one…mistake…you…regret.
Let's say you poked someone with that pen. Perhaps it was on purpose; perhaps by accident, but either way, it hurts that person. Sometimes it leaves a mark, but sometimes it doesn't. When it does though, the mark stays for minutes. Hours. Sometimes days. And sometimes you can still feel the ghost of that pain. You can't change that. You have to move on. And thus is the working of life.
"…And so, the monkey powered slingshot would then launch us all the way to the Pacific Ocean!" Phineas concluded.
" Hey Phineas! Watcha dooooin?"
"Hi Isabella! I was thinking…"
What was Phineas talking about?
" Check out this nerd tag! With this baby, I will know where my nerd is, day and night."
"Buford, don't you think that's a BIT creepy?"
"Eh…I have my faults…"
Sigh…sometimes I think I will never be taken seriously…