Home... sweet home?

So I'm back for a few days... or a day and a half anyways, to register for school and figure some schedualing stuff out. I would have rather just stayed up at the lake for the rest of the summer, but you got to do what you got to do, right? Jonas gave me and Jenna a ride home yesterday evening in his hella small truck. He took us by his farm in Birch Hills. I think it was the cutest little set-up I've ever seen, just this little sheltered area with a white farm house and these little red barns scattered around this grassy field, with silos and everything. I've never been in that area before, besides the time me and Joel took the wrong highway home from Waskesiu, and ended up passing through St. Louis. We took the same way yesterday, actually and god that St. Louis bridge is scary as ever.

Anyways, I've been trying to get a hold of Angela, but I dont' think her family has been home all weekend. I've got things to share about Danny. Basically the little fling we have going and all the crazy details. I'm trying to keep it light, to not get to involved because I don't want to get hurt, but somehow I think that'll be unavoidable.

So much to say, so much to say... nowhere to start. I don't think I'll ever be able to put down on paper all of the craziness of this summer. And I don't think I should. I think the experience should be enough by itself. And anyways, "what happens in Waskesiu, stays in Waskesiu", right?

Right.