Nostalgia

[hellsphreak]

There is this chick in my Literature class who just will not shut up. She tells us real-life stories of relevance (plays she has gone to, discussions she has participated in, etc.), constantly asks the Professor one question after another, and just generally makes me want to puke all over my desk and scoop the liquid back into my mouth just so that I could puke again. Every time she speaks, I wince, roll my eyes, groan and grunt... Everything but smile. My interpreters find this amusing.

But inside, I am smiling. Broadly. Because she reminds me so much of Opal. If not for Opal's big mouth and her inability to shut the fuck up in CoSc back in Hill College, I would never have tried to shut her up and somehow make friends instead. And discover the weird network of how she and I are actually closer, in distance and family connection, than we thought.

Here's a salute to green_slave. You and your girls are the greatest!

:-)

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Here goes my big mouth...

[green-slave.livejournal.com]

You rock too. You are so sweet, and I love you and your little girl so much. You are one of the bestest ever friends I have ever had and probably ever will. I can't wait to see you in JULY and we are going to stay for about a week if that would be alright. Hopefully the girls won't kill each other. I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!