Fact: it has been rainy and gloomy and looks like not a desert outside.
Fact: there were lots of puddles and snails and worms on the ground this morning.
Fact: my shoes have holes.
Fact: I didn't discover that my shoes have holes until this morning, amidst all the puddles and snails and worms on the ground.
Fact: squishy socks suck.
In other news, I'm only slightly freaking out because I don't have math homework for the first time since April 28th, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself. It's like that gnawing feeling you get when you know you forgot to do something, but you can't for the life of you figure it out. I dislike that feeling greatly.
This semester went by really quickly.
And I've probably never enjoyed a semester more.
What was I thinking, you know, before? I've found myself wondering that more and more. I mean, I've spent five ridiculous years in college, getting close to finishing my degree only to practically start over with a new one. I can't say that I've made bad choices, because I felt really secure with the choices I made, when I made them. But now they seem... pointless.
Maybe I'm just scared to leave school. So maybe becoming a teacher is a really good decision, cause then I'll never have to.
Unless I suck.
Woooo, what a downer! My apologies, amigos.
As a thank you for plowing through the mundane thoughts that I've thrust upon you, here's a little gem from an amusing story, from ksl.com:
"Orem police got a call that a woman was chasing a man outside with a baseball bat near 1200 North 900 West. It turned out the call was true."
If you'd like to read the whole story (and you should, it's a great one), go here. Apparently, the man was smoking near the woman's children, and she did not like that, not one bit. I believe this story happened like in cartoons with a pleasantly plump woman in an apron chasing a crocodile out of her house, or possibly baby nursery, whacking it with a broom. Except you replace the broom with a bat and the crocodile with a man. Beautiful.
Of course, none of this matters, really. The only thing that matters is the fact that we're only ten clicks away from Disneyland, Lewis.