Mall
It's funny how the more at home I feel here, the more I miss the people back in California... we were such a wonderfuly unique group of friends, and we tended to perfectly compliment each other. I don't think I will ever find people as beautiful as the ones i left. I miss the little manerasims that I probably never really noticed... each one of us had them i know, but i can only remeber a few. Lately I've been thinking a lot of Mall. maybe because i knew her best, and that seems strange to me because i think i know the least about her as far as things that have happened in her life... little clips of memories is all always vauge and scattered, seeming to come from dreams... we never really talked about things like that... but somehow we understood each other in another sort of way... I was coming home from class the other day when i remebered Malls b-day a couple years ago and it made me smile. I always have managed to find the perfect gift for mall... that year is was a dead bird and it might well have been one of the most awsome presents ever... i wonder if she still has it. I had forgotten about that small section of my life. It's strange how things like that disapear. it's strange how unreal they seem. You know what else i miss... Mall's hand writting... for any off you who know it you understand... She had the most unique handwriting ever. I mean i've never seen anything like it. Completely illegable, but so beautiful. Like some strange language form some strange culture... She had notebooks full of writing... I would love to have one (not to read although if i ever did manage to desipher the righting i'm sure i would find that enjoyable as well) just to look at.. I spent a good 20 min yeaster (taking a break from studying) to try writing like Mall... even the motions involved seem foriegn... anyway I think it really did say a lot about her personality... nothing specific that i could say, but somehow it seems to represent her well... I hope she's doing well where ever she is. anyway i must get back to the reality of studying... I send you all my love.
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