Dear Friend,

It's been one week since my birthday, and things have gone slightly down hill. As you have probably noticed, I rarely put dates on these letters. That is because I don't know what order you receive these so it doesnt much matter. Also I'm just too lazy to look at the date, which isn't really much to be lazy about. It's writing a number. I guess I just never liked writing dates because it makes it sound set in stone. More permanent I guess.

I'm working on using semi-colons; I still have trouble using them correctly, so if there are any mistakes I apologize deeply. What also confuses me is the words "where" and "were". I usually just guess which one to use and go with my gut. I always thought that was an odd saying. Listen to your gut. What? Like my stomach is going to know the answer to "What is the slope of the line tangent to the graph of the function f(x)=ln(sin^2x+ at the point where x= pi/3 ?"

That was one of my calculus problems in senior year of high school. Not a huge fan of calculus, it was quite repetitive and the teacher wouldn't shut up so that didn't help. I do like math, but having to do the same things over and over again till the others get it is pretty boring.

Anyways, I have a job now at the little cafe a few blocks from the college! (:

I work on the weekends and Monday through thursday after all my classes. It's run by this little old lady. The co-workers aren't that bad. Just a wanna-be goth girl and an extremely peppy guy who is very overenthusiastic about everything including mornings. Especially mornings. I want to like him, cause he genuinely cares about you and how your day was, but he makes it very difficult when he talks non-stop to you about his night with his equally excitable girlfriend. At least he makes a mean scone. Moist and not unacceptably dry like when Steve Carlsberg makes them. He makes the worst scones; they are so dry!

Sorry, that was a reference you may not understand. I suppose thats something I can hold over your head. Seriously, you are too tall; it is unacceptable. Like dry scones. Again, sorry.I feel like I say it too much. It never gets boring though. I'm gonna go to work now.

Take care, comb your hair,

Willow.