What recognizing can do for ya:

I totally just realized my problem!  Guess what fixed it?!  I'll tell you, because it's pretty funny.  Today was "Love and Acceptance" day at camp.  Those of us who believe in an unconditional loving God would understand that God loves and accepts everyone around us.  Anyways!  So, I was pray-thinking (God-tangent-Epiphany-thing) in the scrubadubdub shower and was thinking, "I came to camp to find myself, and my idea of finding myself is finding someone to fall in love with" cheesy, I know, but get over that because then this happened:  today during the opening narration of worship Cupid was taught that love isn't just between two people, its about sharing it and finding it within everyone.  Then I realized that maybe I have already found myself, I just had no idea!  I could be looking for love in the wrong place since I really should be looking for it in places!  Now, guess what?!  I don't think I really know because I'm tired...but I'm going to try and work on my finding love outside of a box by continuing to do what I've been doing BUT ACTUALLY REALIZE IT THIS TIME! 

When sitting outside isn't fun because there aren't enough people around to get eaten by mosquitoes first.

When your post isn't saved so you realize you were just being a goober. 

I had a great week six even if it started off mopie.  I think I'm prone to depression, yet I can cancel it out with my hyperness to where I look like a normal person walking around.  BAHAHAHA!  Yeah, right.

Just called my Granny and when she told me life was boring without me there and that she missed me I totally almost cried.  Give me a couple of days and I'll be crying for no reason at all (PMS joke).  I love my granny.  She's probably the reason I'm pretty much a well-rounded person. 

Hanging out with Greta and "Em Sol" today...and last night, was actually a great decision!  (Let it be known I never questioned it)  We did some clothes washing and music jamming and some other stuff like eating almost every bite of our meals at IHOP and antique store looking and an art gallery paroosal.  That's right, "paroosal".  It was fun. We are each linked to each other in certain ways which make us an OK team.

What's really cool is that we have employees from Columbia, Australia, and South Africa.  They're all outgoing, but 2/3 are at day camp so I personally have bonded best with Chris, from S. Africa.  He's fun and got to play Marlin with me as I was Dory during opening narration before worships.  That's right, Finding Nemo made its way to camp.  Last week was the theme of Monte blah blah and the Holy Grail.  Another great one.  Prior ones were good too I guess, but when we branch out is when things get great.

Now, I just have to figure out what I came here for.  I said to find myself but I need to fully understand what I'm learning about myself here and then go from there?  I need a Fairy God figure.  Like God.  Duh.  Prayer, get some Em Hoh, get some.

Week Six / Week One

We, staff members, must treat this week number six as if it were week one because for the campers its always week 1/the only week they get (unless you're a LYLE I guess).

Time has flown! I've completed 7 1/2 weeks of camp life (which includes training) and its been pretty great. As long as I keep my frustrations low and my mouth calm, I think I can make it to the end without any big blow outs.

Today, and yesterday too I suppose, was weird. I got depressed in a way where I was fine being alone but every now and then I felt like it was because no one wanted me around.  My parents came to visit me for a smidgen but then they left and Dani and I went exploring. She was feeling down too but I don't think I helped.

Anyways, things that make me feel good about today!  I forced my way into Andrew's bubble (his bubble is pretty large...10-20 feet wide fo sho) by reading on the porch of the cabin while he read. But then he left so whatever.  Then I read a letter that was nice. And then...I went for a run to get rid of some anxiety (it's terrible) and that was nice even though I'm not as well off with running as I was a couple of months ago.  Lastly I played guitar with Emma and then picked up my living space.

We're supposed to be moving all our stuff out of the Monarch and then clean the whole thing then move back in somehow.  We're supposed to be sharing (we the support staff) the building with pastor's and sponsors.  You win some you lose some I guess...I don't really want to move again, but I'm sure ready to deep clean this pigsty.

Four more weeks! Four more weeks! The one thing I can't wait to do is vedge all alone on the couch or in my room. I just wanna be lazy. Its easy to feel lazy at camp...but to be lazy would be pretty hard on your representation of oneself.

I love singing camp songs even if they make my voice sound manly.

*picture if the creek