it's funny how much this whole language thing back home can inhibit your personality. I find myself struggling to express myself, something that came so easily before. Oh well practice, practice, practice.
Speaking of practice, I'm still doing that. For some reason, there's a church in my dorm and the acoustic is pretty good. Also, I'm getting better at singing which is cool. Tomorrow begins the next week of classes, to which I'm looking forward. I have a meeting with a pretty important university guy tomorrow. Yes. Good things.
But most of all, friends. I spent Saturday night at home by myself. What up wit dat?
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This may sound a bit snarky, but I was wondering how many of the people in the crowds wandering thru your home while you were sitting there alone on a Saturday night did you actually reach out to and try to meet?
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