I have been exhumed from the life and death of summer arts camp.

I fell in love.

I am on the verge of breaking hearts.

I met a bunch of cool people.

I formed the first ever PRPV (protesting rolly polly violence) alias, some cool acronym Erik made up.

I consented to model nude for my photography teacher when I'm eighteen.

I washed my face with a bottle of half consumed water.

I have an authentic rattle from a rattle snake.

I wrote "makeout" on the cave with Ann in sharpe because I'm a nerd.

I pissed off some girl and ruined her life.

I gained camp prominence because I have cool hair.

I was shunned by the elitist bitch of the photo department.

I missed Lara's flight to Asia.

I lost my Billy Holiday and Anniversary CD.

I stole a really cool sweatshirt from the lost and found.

I took pictures of my boobs.

And among other exciting things, I saw Jamie and Jill tonight. Boy did I miss those chicks. Especially Jamie. If she.. ok not to be weird or too jennish with funky hand motions and swaying when I talk and whatnot, but if she was a guy I would like her. She's so brilliant, seriously...

And if Jill was a guy, she would be holding coffee and I would look at her with a strange vampiric smile and say "I want that one Mmmm."

Now I'm going to bed because it's late and I miss the camp seraphims (a.k.a. the maids) who come magically in the night and clean my room for me. Tonight, there will be no cleaning angel to swoop down with a cherubic vacuum and eat up the dirt in my life, there will only be me, sleeping soundly and most likely drooling on my pillow. Hahaha. It's good to be back.