Where are you now? This is my mixed tape to her. It's like I wrote every note with my own fingers.
Week three is about to start. I get class of from 11-2 for MLK. What the hell is that anyway? Unfortunately I have a class at 10 and that class includes a quiz. I have a paper due tuesday for english and one due wednesday pour français. So far so good this quarter. I like all of my classes. The reading and paper writing will be intense but that's what I get for being an English major.
My birthday was good. I saw Bri and Grace on Friday which was awesome. I went out to eat with a bunch of people and Sonya and Kp got me kick ass birthday presents. Thanks for the calls everyone (Chris). It was especially nice that Bri, Krissy, and Grace all decided to call me seperately even though they were in the same car. I'm tired. I feel like I'm on the edge of freaking out but I don't know why and I wish I could just get it over with. It's kinda like nausea, a funny lump in my throat and a pounding behind my eyes. I miss you guys a lot. But on the upside one of my new friends that is a freshmen has kick as music.
Think about this as all the rest of you losers finally go back to school.
Would you rather:
have a unique venerial disease where whenever you kiss someone they transform into a Japanese soldier who thinks the war is still on
or
have the inability to distinguish between the taste of mint and the conecpt of increasing?
That one is so bizzare I'm just to tired to ponder about it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't.
Love,
Dorian
My birthday was good. I saw Bri and Grace on Friday which was awesome. I went out to eat with a bunch of people and Sonya and Kp got me kick ass birthday presents. Thanks for the calls everyone (Chris). It was especially nice that Bri, Krissy, and Grace all decided to call me seperately even though they were in the same car. I'm tired. I feel like I'm on the edge of freaking out but I don't know why and I wish I could just get it over with. It's kinda like nausea, a funny lump in my throat and a pounding behind my eyes. I miss you guys a lot. But on the upside one of my new friends that is a freshmen has kick as music.
Think about this as all the rest of you losers finally go back to school.
Would you rather:
have a unique venerial disease where whenever you kiss someone they transform into a Japanese soldier who thinks the war is still on
or
have the inability to distinguish between the taste of mint and the conecpt of increasing?
That one is so bizzare I'm just to tired to ponder about it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't.
Love,
Dorian