Never trust a man with two first names

It's finals week and while everyone is complaining about getting sick (which seems to be a popular trend right before taking these ridiculous tests) all I can think about is one thing... Michael Scott is leaving The Office. 


As I sit on the bus on my way to school everyday I try to memorize what spectroscopic parallaxes are and why the mass luminosity relationship is somehow relevant enough to my life that I need to understand it. But as I am studying these foreign concepts I can't help but wonder what will become of Michael Scott?! I have a few theories. But the worst one if this:
Michael Scott and Steve Carrell morph into the same entity and this duo of only one existing body goes on to make "Evan Almighty Part 2", or even worse "Get Smart 2". This abomination would ruin all faith I have in comedy entertainment... But thank God, Buddha, Zeus, or whoever the hell I am supposed to be thanking that this particular outcome is THE absolute worst case scenario. Therefore, I am choosing to remain optimistic.


I will end this here with some remarkable words from a true hero:
~~In Memorium of Michael Scott (2005-2010)~~


>> "I love inside jokes, I'd love to be a part of one someday."
>> "There is such thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown."
>> (To Toby Flenderson) "Why are you the way that you are? Honestly, every time I try to do something fun... or exciting, you make it not that way. I hate... so much about the things that you choose to be."
>> "You don’t call retarded people retards. It’s bad taste. You call your friends retards ... when they’re acting retarded."
>> "Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

Also: "Would you guys still be my friends if I pierced my nipples?" -Billy Bixler