que malo

well, last night i wrote out a lot of things, and saved it to my flash drive, but unfortunately, this computer isn{t recognizing it. so, a shortened version.

its strange to miss people you don{t see anyway. but the possibility of talking to them on the phone is what i miss. so, in essence, it is the invisible, truly nonexistant borders rather than space that keeps us apart.

also, on space. there are pizza huts, mcdonalds, dunkin doughnuts, united colors of beneton, keneth cole new york, radio shaks and la bamba on the radio. almost like home.

also, today in my spanish class, i met a woman who grew up in murphysboro! her parents live on 127 s. yes, a mere 2 miles from my old little house in the country. small world.







el sol escuela de espanol







more when i figure out how to transfer files (& pictures).

adios