Flaula and Elenor

Is there love in the air? I have no idea, it's way to cold to smell anything. I bury my face into my scarf when I walk after school from jazz to catch my bus. It's dark, I love when the sun is setting though I would enjoy it more if I was in a warm car driving home than waiting for the bus in the cold. To get to either of the bus stops you have to cross either a narrow bridge or a bigger one. I always cross the bigger one, why? Isn't it obvious, I hate heights and I am afraid that on that bridge I would slip and fall right over. A bit of negative thinking, yes. I am just a very cautious person. Even crossing the bigger bridge is a problem, but at least I'm not alone. I have a friend who comes with me.

I don't know how such an organized person could lose something so important, and by organized person I mean me. I don't lose anything... Alright I lose the occasional train of thought but that's all. I don't know how I lost my jazz book. I had better find it before our concert 2 weeks from now. Oh the agony, I've been running around looking around for it like a maniac.

Everyone seems to be falling in love these days. All I can say is keep it in your pants.

Here's hoping the weather gets better and that traffic clears up. I despise taking the bus.

It always comes from the soul

The Bartmitsva Cookays. Flaula and Elenor.