Brianna told me I have Egyptian/Greecian feet. Olga was offended because apparently she has peasant feet. Brianna’s are Greecian, possibly with a little bit of peasant, but not as bad as the guy next to her in anatomy class.

My keychain (holding my key, flashlight, whistle, and ID) has come apart three times today, each time because a completely different chain or ring of it failed. Basically all possible things have gone wrong with it, except that my flashlight hasn’t yet broken. I’m considering this a bad sign.

Actually, Olga and I decided we should all display our good work on the refrigerator.

Not Eugene’s English paper, though, sorry.