There's a girl in here in the french trailor and she speaks 5 different languages. She's right next to me right now speaking French fast and wickedly to Mr. Clark, and I can't endure my own jealousy. I'll break down if she proceeds with this torture of my mind; this little woman who is who I have dreamt of being. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Selena. I've seen here around the building many times before, but I thought she was just Spanish. Never so... perfect. *sigh* :::UPDATE!!!::: I just had the best time outside with Lydia and Heather and Elizabeth. My day's getting better. Thank God.