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Hey, yesterday I couldn't sing a song that was stuck in my head. "It's not my birthday" by TMBG. But people kept whining and saying "why are you singing that? It IS your birthday". Well, it has the word birthday in it, so there.
I just got back from summer camp, and boy are my arms tired!
Being home is so weird. It seems like camp never happened. But then again i know it did because 10 days never changed my outlook like that before. I learned a lot of things at camp. One is--Kayla Paulson is evil incarnate. But that's beside the point...
I already miss so much. The freedom...certain people...just certain things about some people. One person's voice. One person's bizarre humor. One person's bony back. One person's eyes...
You know the drill. Grr. Well, I'll deal. I'll probably plan a reunion, if possible. Some people like Joel and Andy won't be able to come (guys who live in other states), or even Jacob (walla walla) but it would be cool to try to get some people together during some break or another. Dammit it sux to miss people.