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hmmmm.
i look forward to going home all week, and i get back, and it's nice at first- a LUXURIOUS shower and real food and such. but then it's pretty much a let down because either nothing is going on or people don't call me back.
at camp i've learned a LOT about myself as er... campy as that sounds. like: i can get over latrines full of spiders, i can handle lots of children, i can climb rock walls and do high ropes courses, i don't want to own a horse as nice as they are, i can be pretty patient. i feel like i've overcome a lot of things, at camp i am REALLY patient and never really *really* angry.... but i get home and AS;DLKFJ;ALSDKJFL;p(*&()(&^*(^%%^^*()&*(_&^$##$#$#%#%!!!!!!!!! so i still need to work on some things. apparently.
i actually like camp now., these kids are annoying but hilarious and really sweet sometimes. and frazzle is pretty much the coolest counselor ever because i don't know the rules. like: hmm are they allowed to have ipods?
mustang: i... don't know
me: probably not. but oh well. i'm going to go chill with the kids and listen to their ipods with them.
ella ella ella ehhhhhhh ehhhhhhh ehhhhhhh