Random Reflections of a Lobby Lurker, Day 2 07/27/2011
Well, today is Wednesday. W00t.
I can't really think of anything extremely catchy or funny to say about a Wednesday.
This Pre-Calculus is a nightmare to get back into, and the lobby music today is just plain WEIRD.
Small children kept me up all night. Their 8 week old sister is in the hospital for an unidentified viral infection, so they stayed the night with us. I kept waking up to feet in my face.. =s
I'm finding I'm less entertaining. I guess there just hasn't been much to report as of late. Mebbe I'll tell you some of what went on at camp.
Well, the first week, I went as a half camper, half counselor. My mom's girls (read more here) went, and I was their counselor, and the other girls in our cabin adopted me as their counselor. (think I've said "counselor" enough in that paragraph?)
So, the way our church camp works, their are 30 teenagers who volunteer their summer to work on staff. (many of my friends are on staff, and I most likely will be next year.) These teens come from all over the country, and their home church tipically sends campers as well (if that makes ANY sense)
Well, this one girl in my cabin, she was COMPLETELY in love with this guy on staff. Like, OBSESSED. (*note* she's 12. He's 16 anyone else see a problem here?!?)
She calls him "So-and-so." heh. I can think of better nicknames. much better.
Every single day.
"I played volleyball with so-and-so!"
*jerking my arm off of my torso* "SO-AND-SO is over THERE!!!
"I say 1, 4, 3, 5.. "I love you W****"
"W****'s my man and he knows it.
and like, the whole time, I'm thinking, you are TWELVE.
yeah, if you are already in love with this guy at 12, your teenage years are going to befun
and then the next week. there was another girl in love with the SAME guy.
but this girl I went to church with. and she's like, doing the silly school-girl grin. and going "I like a boo-oyy, I like a boo-yy"
@_@ <---rolling eyes.
I'm sorry if I come across cynical.
But I am cynical.
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.