"...on the first floor, at the tables..."

[blue_boxers]

Again, I find myself surrounded by other college kids. Two fireplaces, and some girl behind me speaking spanish. I understand a few of her words. Like, "professora" and "gracias". Even though I can't spell them right, I know what they mean. Kate is sitting in front of me right now. Reading something awful for her retarded composition class.

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Hey stranger!

[anonymous]

Josh, I just wanted to post a comment and say hey, I'm hardly on the computer unless it's for school purposes but I was on here breezing through livejournal world and just thought that I would say hey..I hope that school is going alright for you, I know taht it is for myself...take care, I won't leave a novel for you to read, but catch up with me sometime when your in, Ashley Mills

[anonymous]

Love can be measured. It's measured in the effort that you give and its utmost importance to you. What are you worth? MUCH more than you think.