my saturday was good.  i was around some good people.  i went home.  i read/studied and fell asleep.  it has been cold in atlanta.  it snowed on friday.  i felt good about myself.  i get self-concious when i go home.  i live in a high rise.  most of the people are intimidating to me.  the bottom line is they are different: most have this ruff appearance about them, but really i envy their confidence.  i don't speak to them b/c i don't think they want to speak to me.  the key word is "think".  i don't know if they won't speak to me if i don't speak to them.