Where it will be unmade
Tomorrow is my last day of statistics, and I'll be ever so pleased when it's over. This is the first time in my college career where I'll be happy to pass with a B (but then again this is also the first time I've had a math class since the 11th grade). One more day! One more day and I toss this horrible thing back into the Mount Doom of my college career...where it will be unmade.
My family almost got ourselves a baby deer as a pet last week. My mom found it abandoned by its mother in the woods when she was in Alabama. I told my mom to name her Artemis for irony's sake, but they just stuck with Bambi. Oh well. Anyway, the fawn ended up not making it. But can you imagine how cool that would've been? I'd have friends over at my parents house and non-chalantly mention "...and this is our pet deer."
Oh, and the song lyric for today:
the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Thought that was neat.
My family almost got ourselves a baby deer as a pet last week. My mom found it abandoned by its mother in the woods when she was in Alabama. I told my mom to name her Artemis for irony's sake, but they just stuck with Bambi. Oh well. Anyway, the fawn ended up not making it. But can you imagine how cool that would've been? I'd have friends over at my parents house and non-chalantly mention "...and this is our pet deer."
Oh, and the song lyric for today:
the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Thought that was neat.