Several months ago, my announcement that I planned to take up knife-throwing was met with decidedly mixed reactions. But never fear: despite the passage of time, I have not given up on the idea.
You will be pleased to know that I have gone so far as to convince one of the teens from our youth group to loan me a set of throwing knives and instructional DVD that he just happens to have lying around the house. I have also made certain promises to friends that I will only practice in closed-in areas, such as my friend's fenced back yard.
Not that I've actually gotten around to asking her yet, but I'm sure she won't mind. She's a good sport.
Besides, that particular backyard and I already have a somewhat adventurous history. It was there that I nearly took a bottle rocket to the face this past 4th of July:
I'm sure the mere mention of this incident will be enough to assure my friend's cooperation.
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In other news, I am happy to report that this coming week will mark the mid-point of my first 8-week sub-term. That means I'm half-way to my first six credit hours. To celebrate, I plan on staying up really late each night of the week studying, dragging myself to work each morning in a state of bleary-eyed confusion, and subsisting mostly on coffee and gummy fruit snacks.
Oh, yes indeed. Mine is a heady existence!