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My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean

Today is the first day of spring, well it is only 30 degrees but for the first time in months I don't need to wear 8 layers of clothing to go outside.



Cevonne graced me with her beautiful presense for a few quick days. I realized I miss having a companion around. Someone I can spend all my time with. I'm ok with doing things alone, but I would rather have someone with me to share the experience. She came along with me to do the things I'd been putting off for some time. She knows what I'm talking about.

We took a romantic walk at Minnehaha falls. The frozen waterfall was so beautiful, I was in awe the whole time.



It felt like by the time she got here she had to leave. I wish all my friends could come here whenever they wanted. I get a little homesick thinking about it.

My baking teacher was angry at my class because we never listen when he talks. He made me stand in front of the class and tell a story while he sat in my spot. Well, I can't handle it when all attention is on me and my mind goes blank. I stood there and he says, tell us what you did last night. Normally I don't go out on Friday nights because I have class so early on Saturday mornings, but some girls that I worked with at the mall asked me to come out with them for happy hour. So I told the class I went out for a few drinks and got home late. I finished and everyone stared at me. My teacher asked how I felt, I said akward, so he let me sit down. Now my class thinks I'm like this bar hopping party girl. Ah well.

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Anonymous said…
LOL that is hilarious!!!!! Funniest story ever i heard from you, (and I thought going to chicago during SB weekend was funny) I hope to visit soon, spring break... You should of told of the story of when you made the pie.

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