It’s like yoga, except I still get to kill something.
There’s a brook somewhere that won’t stop babbling. Shut up!
because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
O life, but sometimes I wonder about you, what I did to deserve what you threw at me.
And even after it hits them, they still won’t know.
Because they’re cows.
along the way, we somehow got it into our heads that looks and money somehow affect one’s worth as a person.
I’m researching potential sources and exploring topics for possible inclusion for a paper on Ramsey Theory in combinatorics.
I feel like a grad student. With none of the perks.
I’ve said this before, but things are crazy with school.
I will try to post more next week, which is my spring break. For now, there’s this:
Jeremiah, have you found Jesus yet?!