The first Wednesday in Nov, 04.

I just got home from dance class, and tonight it really was…just invigorating. I had decided that this year I was going to try my hardest to do well, and its starting to pay off. I don’t chat that much with the girls this year, I just practice. I WANT to get EVERY single step, and when I get it right…it just feels so good. Honestly, our studio isn’t THAT professional, and one of our routines is really lame, but I don’t care. It’s the best I’ve got right now, and I’m going to try and give it more attention then I have in the past, even if it doesn’t really take that much time. I’m just going to focus more when I’m there. Its lovely. The girls suck, but I just love to dance. I forgot how much I loved it.
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I did beads as well this afternoon, mostly just sorting them which somewhat sucks, but I needed to do it. We’ve gotten a lot of new inventory and everything was in disarray. It was kind of nice though, I brought all the beads into the living room with me and sat in front of the fireplace (which was on and so warm and toasty) and listened to music. Well, I had my headphones on. You know, with music playing in my ears and my hands sorting beads, and the warmth of the fire on my face. Fall is beating me up this year.
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The Season Pattern of Iowa, or as it feels to my soul.

Winter, winter, winter.
Cold, grey, drab, snow, wind, dead.
Winter, winter, winter.
And more of the same.
Winter, winter, winter.
And more of the same.

Spring,
Fresh air and and trees with buds.
You're a nice and clean season.

Summer, summer,
Our world busts with green, oh we are alive!
Summer, summer,
The green, the green of our world,
and the warm summer sun.

Fall,
Cool breezes, and earthy colors. It’s a lovely thing.
Fall,
Until these golden leaves do as the seasons name, and fall.

Winter, winter, winter.
We’re back to you again.
Winter, winter, winter.
You’re freezing up my soul.
Winter, winter, winter.
And more of the same.
Winter, winter, winter.
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That’s how I feel about the length of our seasons. Springs a quick glance, summers a joyous fling, fall flies by…but winter. It never ends.
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Also. I know who our new president is. And I don't give a damn.