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Tengo mala suerte We said goodbye to a great member of our church today. Tom is heading back to his home country of Alabama to help start a church with a friend of his. He's doing good works and following what he believes is his mission in life, and I'm happy for him, but I'm going to miss that crazy Southern guy. He was cute in that unconventional, geeky way, and he was fun to talk to. Mostly because he was all shy and stuff, until you got him to open up. I love people like that. It's like searching for hidden treasure. I would kill to be able to breathe at the moment. My nose is, as per usual, stuffed up and agitated at me for some reason. I don't know why, but whenever figure out what's wrong, I'll definitely buy it some chocolate or something to make it open up again. It was okay earlier, whenever I would stand up I could breathe, but now, it's just shut tight and snotty. Bleh. I don't feel good. I'm going to try and get some rest, then wake up and read this retarded story for Spanish. <-Ghost-> |
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