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Good morning, yes it was. Last night I was feeling a bit nerves about my 9am class that I attended this morning, but it subsided farely quickly. The Class: intro to Philosopy. Last night I was a bit nerves about the posibility that Philosopy would be way too over my head, and maybe it will be still, but as my profesor began giving us an introduction to what we would be discussing this semester, the exitment began to rise inside of me, to the point of feeling an emotional response. My heart seemed to race, slightly a few times as I thought about some of the things we were going to descuss in class. (Granted I did have a cup of coffee just before class) :) i still could not ignore the exitment I felt as I antisapated this class. Today I learned that Philosphers are askers of questions. A question that came to my head as I drove home was ( Is it wise to question and wonder about these ideas, and will doing so jepordise my relationship with God? ) ( Do some people look at these though

QUAD GRANDA VANILLA NON-FAT EXTRA HOT WITH WHIP LATTE!...Crowds of young and old school spirit walk through the door along with a steady stream of welcomed cold air, they are dressed in red and white sweatshirts bundled to keep outside cold away...DECAF GRANDA CINIMON SOY WITH WHIP MOCHA!...their here to heat the inside as well, and I stand next to a row of white and green cups marked with black ink that line the silver counter top...TALL VANILLA NON-FAT CHI!...In my peripheral vision I view the line of faces as I pull hot espresso shots froma squealing machine. The sticky syrups that accompany the steamed milky ness and shots of coffee are running down my arms...DOES ANYONE HAVE A DECAF GRANDA CINIMON SOY WITH WHIP MOCHA ON THE BAR?!...The steady flow of drink orders causes the sticky mess to cake on for lack of time to stop and rinse it off with water. I most likely have whip cream all up in my hair, and a big brown splotch of chocolate running down the front of my once freshly lau

...She will most likely have a favoret tree she climbed when she was a girl. She didn't just climb it she sat in it and dreamed in it. She also probabley sprang ankles and wrists jumping out of it at times. Maybe she dreamed of building or built, (with her dads help) a tree house or tree fort in the tree. One of her favoret movies is the Sandlot, and she wanted to be one of those boys, and was really frustrated because she didn't seem to have the same kind of fun and adventures they did, or maybe she did. If she did she sure got into a bunch of trouble. She will have stories about playing in the dirt, chasing down lizerds catching crodads in the crick, and having mice for pets, and being the fasest girl on the neighborhood block. This Tom boy is a dreamer, always wondering and questioning life and pausing to hear the noise or silents inside. For the most part these thoughts and dreams never are spoken out loud though they are bursting at her seams to be heard.

To Romance a Tom boy is quite the feet, and to be honest there are few gents to do it. You should probably be stright forward with her for she doesn't like having to try and figure it out in her head infact it's quite dangeros to let her do so. In this way she is very much a girly girl. For the most part of her life she is very aware of this part in her, in fact she tryies with all her might to fight it, this battle though, can not be won by her strangth. Again and again she will be pounded, till she is a pile of dust on the ground. If you are a man of adventure, or like to live somewhat by the seat of your pants, she will most likely be drawn to you. If you like her, the best way to romance her is to sweep her up into your adventures, and share with her your stories. Don't forget to ask her about her's, and listen well, for she will do as well for you...