i'm bad at storytelling.
today i sit in the library, and at first i was angry. i was angry because i was disturbed right in the middle of concentrating. somebody called me on the phone, a woman. i walked maybe a mile to two to her office. but this was a cool woman, i could tell by the way she dressed she is not like students around campus. that is because she is 30 years old. and she even offered me a ride home. i was happy. so something good came from this. that's what she said.