backtoschool

Jan 18, 2004 22:07

word up. i just moved back into my dear dorm room. it's very lonely here with out the state of montana at my side. it's been one hell of a week, let me tell you. life amazes me daily. i amaze me daily. i'm growing so much, and learning so much, and striving to me more and more every minute. i'm sad a lot recently, but it's actually a good ( Read more... )

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fustygidget January 19 2004, 00:11:25 UTC
Hey Angelina! I haven't spoken to you in FOREVER! I think you read "teenage girls emote for a living" in a Zits cartoon. At least I did. Hehehe!
Also... weird coincidences...
1. My Mom is good friends with some lady (not sure how they met, high school or sorority or something...) anyway, and that lady's daughter is Montana. I know that isn't really that interesting, but my mom went to lunch with Montana and her mom the other day. Woo!
2. I went to a leadership conference and randomly met this guy named Al (and we played cards)and he said he knows you and he has a twin brother (who lives on your floor, he said) and his sister is in my sorority and he went to high school with my really good friends Ellen and Sara Magin (remember them?) up by Chicago. Anyway, point of that is that he knows you. Yay!
So yeah... haven't talked to you in so long. Email me or something sometime! (Sorry about the rambling and the overuse of parentheses. My excuse is that it is 2:00am and I am tired. So there.)

: )

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backtoyou January 19 2004, 09:16:07 UTC
julia. that is the weirdest series of events ever. i think the conclusion here is obvious.....we need to get married. so set a date, i'll be there. JUST KIDDING. anyhow that's so strange and i will ask al about it stat. (isn't he the most fun??...now imagine him with longer curly hair and almost the same personality...way too much fun). hit me up later. see ya julia!!

angelina

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intothelight January 19 2004, 00:33:26 UTC
BACK TO SCHOOL...IT ALWAYS COMES AROUND...BACK TO SCHOOL
--john mayer

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