last night i had the weirdest dream, involving will kreppel it got me thinking about the last few days in delarkin's class, on his couch, with rudy and him. god those days were so dirty.it seems almost unreal now, like i am looking back on this memory as if it happened a million years ago, or as if it didn't happen at all. it was strange and got me missing my senior year, although there was lots of drama, it ended up being an amazing time. anyway, there's this cute asian boy in my psych class. he looks filipino but he's more than likely vietnamese because his last name is "nguyen" or something of that sort. i called gerri today and we discussed music, i made lots of obscure recommendations to her and then she ended up deleting what she was writing so i told her i'd just email the band names to her. i also coaxed her into getting aim so now i might just be able to talk to one of my best friends every day! oh the anticipation is almost killing me. journals are really pretty tedious aren't they? but i guess they only really are if you make yourself update them everyday. which i cannot bring myself to do. i saw a girl on campus today who looked just like katyn, and it made me miss the days when we'd all hang out like CRAZY. ok, i think i've bored you all and i've bored myself enough, Danke und Auf Wiedersehen.