a battlefield for my heart

Hey Danielle,

I cannot believe this, but I kind of miss you. Already. So ... I thought I'd write just to say hi and see how you're doing. What's going on back home? I talked to Mom yesterday for, like, five minutes, but you know how she is, she just always makes everything sound okay.

My classes are fine. I'm taking journalism, creative writing, geology and political science. You would not believe my journalism teacher -- he's like Hunter S. Thompson, only more bitter. I seem to have bunches of free time -- I might look for a job.

The people here seem cool. It's weird, Brian Krakow goes here too. (Should I tell him you said hi? I know you liiiiike him.) Last night I went to a party in this amazing old house; tonight I think I'm just watching The Valley and going to bed early. Glamorous, huh?

Write back and tell me how things are going on d-word watch.

Love,

Angela

P.S. If Rayanne comes over looking for her orange sweater, tell her I left it in Jordan's car. Oh, and tell Sharon I said hi and she should send me an email.