Optimism

I sort of wish that the post office was like e-mail.
Sent and recieved instantly.
I have a bajillion and one letters out right now in the conviency of one envelope.
To one person.

yeah, emilee.
I couldn't send my Christmas present with it this time around. Sometime soon, I suppose.

I like Shakespeare.
I like acting.
I like Mr. Shelley's teaching style.
I like high school.
I like juice.
I like French.
I like my scene partner and his mad skill.
I like me and my mad skill.
I like the fact that twenty days are until my birthday.
I like you.