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Hello my lovelys. I write to you today from the comfort of my bed as I watch Dave review the corrections I have made to his english paper. He, however, is a chemical engineer and has lost no love on the majestic beauty of the English language. Some people can't appreciate it.
We play frisbee together which is one of the most awesome games ever created. I broke a fingernail last time, hard-core-ly, and I was bleeding everywhere but we finished the game and won!!!
Marching band is coming to a close and I haven't really decided what I'm going to do next year. I guess I'll tackle that hurdle later because I don't know if I can handle the emotional intensity any longer. I DO have a soul after all, albeit one cut into pieces and hidden under Aaron Frazier Grober's bed, but a soul all the same. Awww...I miss him soooo much. My nickname at frisbee is john, which is not a good nickname. All the boys have girls names. Awkward turtle. But the boys kiss my boo-boos better which makes my day so it all evens out. Of course I'd prefer to be home and have my boo-boos kissed by my sexilious band children. And a short ode to your collective loveliness: Sweet children of musical inclination, how I miss your melodic voices, your sweet caress, and your warm embraces. Out away from your angelic presense my heart shrivels.
more later....
We play frisbee together which is one of the most awesome games ever created. I broke a fingernail last time, hard-core-ly, and I was bleeding everywhere but we finished the game and won!!!
Marching band is coming to a close and I haven't really decided what I'm going to do next year. I guess I'll tackle that hurdle later because I don't know if I can handle the emotional intensity any longer. I DO have a soul after all, albeit one cut into pieces and hidden under Aaron Frazier Grober's bed, but a soul all the same. Awww...I miss him soooo much. My nickname at frisbee is john, which is not a good nickname. All the boys have girls names. Awkward turtle. But the boys kiss my boo-boos better which makes my day so it all evens out. Of course I'd prefer to be home and have my boo-boos kissed by my sexilious band children. And a short ode to your collective loveliness: Sweet children of musical inclination, how I miss your melodic voices, your sweet caress, and your warm embraces. Out away from your angelic presense my heart shrivels.
more later....