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Day 7: Sweet Life

27 May

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Today, I was going through my phone’s pictures when I came across some lovely pics of yummy cake.

Basically, if you live in Eugene, you need to go to Sweet Life.

This little bakery (found on the corner of 8th and Monroe) is a hole in the wall where you can buy a slice of the most god-like cake for 5 dollars or less. Plus their coffee is to die for.

I’ve been there twice since I arrived in Eugene, and both times I’ve tasted the sweet love of Orange Mocha Mousse Cake, which is like a solid block of orange chocolate with white mocha filling and another layer of solid chocolate on top. It is. It’s. I can’t even tell you.

Just take a gander at these slices of yummy:

Jamie's yummy Rasberry pie/cake thing.

Orange mocha cake. so heavenly.

I couldn't help it! It was so good!!

Seriously. Sweet life. Check it out because it is freaking incredible!!!

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Day 2: Rain

22 May

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Once more, the rain came comin’ down. As the people scurried away, in search of shelter and warmth, my friend and I commented on how the smell and sound of rain is one of the most gorgeous things in the world.

I wrote a poem about the rain the other day, so I hope you enjoy:

Kid College

Life is complicated
We stop in day in to day out
Sliding by the social norm
As everyone watches us
Into buildings
Out of buildings
Dreary looks
Sleepy eyes
Stale hair.

We all live our lives the same
Everyday
The same.

And then it rains.

Most of us trudge in and out of buildings
In and out
Dreary looks
Sleepy eyes
No longer stale, but dampened har.

But there I am
Rainboots replace my dreary legs
And all of a sudden
Puddles are everywhere
Outside of the buildings
Where the people walk
But they stop for a second
And watch as I dance through the puddles.

For one second
I am a kid again.