Golden Fleecie Sheepie

Sheep are adorable. Seriously, there's no denying it. Whether they're cartoony or realistic or whatever else, sheep are the most huggable, squeezable, adorable animals ever created.
I've been reading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series lately. In fact, I just started the second book today. Oh, and I also finished the second book today... Moving on.
The second book refers to an ancient Greek tale about the "golden fleece," which was the fleece of a golden ram that Poseidon had created for some reason I cant quite remember (but I do remember it involved the sheep flying and someone falling off its back and dying, oops). The whole time I was reading about the little sheep I was thinking oh, so cute so cute so cute! Until I read that when the sheep finished flying the other kid, Phrixus - the one that didn't drown - across the sea, Phrixus turned around and sacrificed the poor sheep to the sea god, Poseidon. To this I respond; What the heck is wrong with these stupid Greeks? First of all, why would they sacrifice to Poseidon something that Poseidon gave to them in the first place? It's like, "Oh, you gave me this birthday present? Well that's cool! Here, have this birthday present you just gave me, to show my thanks!" Why not just accept the gift and be done with it? Also, the guy Phrixus, after sacrificing the sheep, keeps its golden fleece for himself. So now he's killed the sheep to sacrifice to Poseidon, then he keeps the good part to himself, all the gold, which negates the point of sacrificing it. Plus, if he had never sacrificed the sheep, he would have more gold all the time, growing from the little sheepie, and then he could sacrifice the gold once in a while to Poseidon and keep some for himself and the sheep would get to live, for heaven's sake! I mean, the little guy was talking to Phrixus encouraging him their whole flight together and when they touch down, Phrixus goes, "Well that was nice, now I will kill you. Goodbye." Puh-leez! Those Ancient Greeks have no sense of hospitality.
I still love the sheep, though. It's adorable and cuddly (well, as cuddly as a sheep made of gold can be), and just all full of luviness.

The Life and Times of an Almost College Student

Well, not even almost, really. It's just a near/distant/future/never-to-be-realized dream at this point. Of course the colleges don't agree with me about that, because tonight I just spent about an hour opening mail from every college known to man, and a couple known to goldfish (for about three seconds, that is). It's exhausting and at times confusing work, since some colleges don't seem to really know where they are actually located. Example - University of Washington in St. Louis. But it's all good, really. And I'm starting to learn which colleges really want me, seeing as how Depaw has sent me two e-mails and three packages.
Then there's also poor Butler University. I could only read half their letter because my letter opener went homicidal and decided to rip straight through their letter and return envelope, but not the envelope it came in. Why, dear dear letter opener? Why?
In other news, throwing pennies at cats is apparently a good way to pass the time, so says my father.