And more.

LOL. Not time for bed yet.

So...yeah. Just got inturrupted by talk of
Jacob > Edward. Oh yeah.
I'm itchy. I think a misky bit me. D:
Very tired.
The rain is so much louder here.
It sounds like I'm outside.
My pillows are damp.
It sucks hard.
Really really hard.

I hope there's muffins at breakfast.
And hot chocolate.
And...IDK.
I'd settle for pancakes and juice.
I found a spring / hook on the bottom of the bed above me.
I hung my flash from there and its working pretty great.
Grass fleas bit me.
That sucked hard.
I have I have 15 minutes left of lights.
I shall...draw a picture I guess.

-insert picture here-

OT by water maybe. Going to go to sleep.
Night.

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I remember that night so clearly.
The dampness, and how comfy my PJs were.
How there was sand on my standard issue plastic matress...
the calm.
The sound of the rain pounding away at the roof like it wanted to burst in and drown us all.
And even if that happened, it would be cool and amazing and..magical.
Everything at camp is like magic.
Even riding home in my Dad's beat-up truck is magical.
And the rain is homey.
Camp is paradise, even if sometimes I don't see it right away.
I love everything about it, even the not to great parts.
It's all just...part of the experience.

FYI, we did have pancakes for breakfast one day.
No hot chocoate though, sadly.
Muffins on the last day.
I had a cornmeal one to start and it was delicioso.
Yeah.