On Thursday, while I was making my way to my next class between our two campuses, I glanced up at the sky while waiting for the crosswalk, and this is what I saw:
Now, I need to say that I didn’t take the picture above–I didn’t have my camera with me, oh shucks–but this is pretty darn close to what I saw. Just imagine the face a little smushed. With some LA haze.
After the smiley face, the plane began writing letters in the sky as well. My fiction class and I never fully agreed to what he was writing, exactly, but we all agreed the whole deal was fully AWESOME.
Which means Ninja.