Strawberry cream cheese

I don't think I will be able to write many posts this semester, so since I am writing to those who want to know what is happening in my life, maybe I can make some predictions of what will happen in my life and that will be almost like the real thing. OK, I am predicting that in the next couple of weeks I will be completely overwhelmed by all of my projects, I also predict that I will be ok with that because for the first time in my college experience, every last one of my classes fill my heart with joy. Next I predict that I will play soccer in the spring. Next I predict that I will try to become a decent cook, consistently at first, then sporatically and finally I will probably resort to hot dogs and bagels again. I know I should be more positive about my goals but some things you just know aren't going to happen, and besides I just love that strawberry cream cheese! I hopefully predict many trips to downtown Chattanooga for drawing excursions and I am going to try to prime myself for the daunting task of being an unconventional and savvy tourist this summer. Mostly I am sure that I am going to be spending most of my time drawing, painting and smiling. I know, pretty vague predictions, what kind of a fortune teller am I? OK heres a specific one, on the first full moon of spring, on a thundering stormy evening, I will enter a long corridor and from the far door a man with a bowler hat and a letter will enter, he will approach me and inquire that I am in fact, miss Natalie Ford, he will then hand me the item and instruct me to read the letter under a willow tree that very even, but only if I have kissed the kiss of true love, then he will disappear into the shadows and I will dash to a willow tree, thinking to myself that I can at least fulfill the first requirement, and quizically open the letter only to find it crumble to ashes before my eyes. All is lost!
There it is, ask me about it in march. Oh well, goodnight friends