...having a lunch buddy between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I miss the floppy blond hair and enormous blue eyes. I miss the sleep-deprived, half-baked, insanely random conversations at four in the morning. I miss napping in my back-yard instead of studying for chem, followed by frantic bursts of typing in a race to finish our lab reports BEFORE class started. I miss dinner at Whole Foods, the Burrito Factor, and that terrible pudding. I miss Togo's Fridays, telekinesis, Cold Stone at closing, Japanese, Yahoo! games, and your stories. I miss hiking. I miss the rainy-day comfort of just chilling in my room on the weekends. I miss having