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| Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!!!
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| Being alone... leaving the one you've been with for longer than you would have thought. It's hard saying goodbye. Watching her drive off... it was alot harder than I thought it would have been. It's been so long...and I've been an idiot. I wish I could go back and change things... change everything. I've screwed it up for the last time... and it's over.
-idiot-
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| After one hell of a bad summer, I had a great weekend.
A group of people from Logansport drove down to Indianapolis to go
Swing Dancing at Fountain Square. Rachel flew up on Friday night
and almost knocked me over when she saw me at the airport and gave me a
huge kiss.  We all took a small
road-trip to Olive Garden and had a great meal, then made out way to
Fountain Square and had a blast and a half. On the way back,
Rachel and I took a slight nap.  We
got back to the house, took showers and cuddled on the couch for a
while and fell asleep. (I won't mention that she fell off the couch in
the middle of the night. ) Saturday
we went to France Park and walked around for a few hours talking about
the summer and the future, and because it was so hot we jumped in the
lake for about an hour. That night we ordered pizza and watched
"The Pink Panther". I highly recommend that movie, it's
hilarious. (I WOULD LIKE TO BUY A HAMBURGER)
Well, since we had such a rough time together on the couch the night
before I decided to take the floor and let her have the couch.
That worked a little better.
Then the sadness came when I had to drive her back to
Indianapolis. We met up with her parents at Bob Evans and had
breakfast, said goodbye to them, got some gas, and make our way to the
airport. (Also not going to mention that the gas cap of my mom's
van is now somewhere on I-465 for the raccoons to play with) We got to
the airport, signed her in and waited around about 45 minutes since we
got there early. She got in line for check in around 11:45
and it'll be another month until I see her again. 
So I had an awesome weekend and it looks like the rest of the summer
should be a little bit easier now. Only 2 weeks of work left,
WOOT! Can't wait to get back down to BSU.
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There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
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