Occasionally,
I wish I could be a velociraptor.
There doesn’t seem to be any logical reason for a biology major to have to take a music class in order to complete his or her general education credits. And since when did Mr. Rogers start playing the french horn? There is nothing more depressing than being forced to visually interpret a soviet-era russian concert on a gloomy day.
Am I sadistic because I enjoy fmylife.com?
