a kind of sentimental, but ultimately fascinating LJ community
i saw you at odegaard a few weeks ago, in the front entrace computer alcove. you had a I <3 UW notebook and we talked about Japan. you said you were an exchange student from Kyoto and we spoke in a mash of english and nihongo. you said you were staying with a family in Lake City and had a great smile. my japanese was bad but you forgave me. i had to get to class, left too soon, and we haven't spoken since.