so many people

Lately i have found myself in a little predicament. there are too many people that i want to write extensive personal emails to. i would liek to jsut post here and say everything i want to say to everyone, but it just doesnt have the same emotio nand personalization of the emails i want to write, so i dont know what to do. Doug and Ben (and everyone else. i only mention them because they broguht it up first), you really should trek it out here. We can go to Coogie's and Zuma beach, and Malibu Yo(gurt), and chill in the HAWC, drink bad coffee, listen to people try to play a bad piano, some sand volleyball, tennis, awesomeness in general...you know the drill. What up Akers? Holla back!

On a more interesting note, all the cingular phones here decided to stop working. It was like a university crisis. So funny when you think about it. None of us know each others room numbers. I had to resort to running around to the different dorms just to communicate with people...oh what would we do w/o cell phones?? Other funny story: zach, ashley, tyler, john, and i went down to play tennis at eleven last night, but we couldnt turn o nthe lights, so we hit balls in the dark and tyler ran around blindly with the picker-upper hoping to find them...good stuff...unfortunately, no one got hit in the head or anything.

Crows here are massive...i bet a few students get picked off each year, and i'm ok with that i guess.

Its a weird feeling to show a new friend all of your pictures. Around school, you just feel like pepperdien is everyone's life. Its all you know fo eachother, but then the pictures come, revealing the person's entire past in a few brief snapshots. So much to be asked, so muc hto be discovered. With some of my friends, i neevr even went through that process. Our pictures have always been together, developed side by side, never hidden for more than a couple weeks, and even then they were gobbled up as soon as possible. Its what we do when we get back from vacation or missions trip, we look at pictures. Really we are learnign abotu eachother. We want to now what new experiences have changed this person since we last saw them. Soem of those changes may have not been the best to observe. If i had seen all my friends at their worst, i probably would have prejudged them and missed out on a vital companion in life. I have probably done that with people i don;t even know about anymore. This fresh start is a blessing for some, but it is also a chance to point your skis straight down the slope of destruction. No oen knew that you used to be a good kid, so what reputation is there to uphold? No one knows what school or church (if any) you attended. they don't know who you dated or slept with. they don;t know that you never partied back home. here is your chance to be a chameleon like you never could before. but here is also your chance to bury for nine months those thigns that you never coudl bury at home. Choice, me.