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[hugosalvatore]

Livejournals have a purpose. They are beautiful, unique snow-flakes. I am returning to my LJ becuase I am really fucking bored and I really fucking miss some people in my life. Here's a brief rundown: Brooke, you know that you are one of my best friends at LSU, however, there are some nights where some of expectations aren't filled, and thus I left. I didn't leave you, I left the party. Danny, Trey and Ben all fit here next. You guys are my friends. My group, if you will. I soon realized that no one can replace you and, yes, I do love you. Coco, this is for you. Bros before Hoes. Whenever I need to just chill I know you're game, and I love it. Trav-bomb, I know I'm probably not the ideal roommate and for that I'm sorry. If you ever want me to change something just let me know and it will be done. Jen, you are new to the scene and all of what I would say here has or will be told to you in person, so I'll just leave it out.

Now, on to my day. I went to the Saint's game, which was characterized by me and Corey making fun of "Oxford," this extremely effeminate red-headed stepchild *note: the stepchild comment is an assumption* who sat in front of us at the football game. Laughter ensued. The fight club comment in the beginning of the entry is because he reminded me of the blonde guy from Fight Club. The kid wasn't gay, he was just a puss. And I wanted to destroy something beautiful. The Saint's lost, I think, being that the game is not over, I cannot confirm.

Everything has been going well. Except for my grades, but I'm working on that.