e-haus is where it's at.

I love camp. This summer is so far ridiculously awesome. Except we kinda have mean girls in our cabin, but they'll be ok. They like me so they listen to me. Too bad they might've stolen my CIT's iPod. One day at a time is what I say. Other than that, they're just normal twelve-year-olds who are a little selfish. Twelve-year-olds are the new thirteen-year-olds. It's true.

In other news, my feet are the tannest part of my body. My chaco tan makes it look like my feet are just dirty. but it's really tan!

I like porch time. We get to sit out on the porch of our cabin and stay up late while our campers sleep, and one counselor has to be on the porch at all times. When I'm not making prank calls to my porchmates' friends or writing silly Camper Development forms, I'm off visiting everybody or checking my email. We have some seriously fun times. But when we can't go off porch, we never really get any visitors. Eh, what can you do.

I'm blogging in my free period because I'm bored! yay!! I'm going to go lie on my bed.

love,
emma

This place is so ridiculously gorgeous. I can barely take in the gorgeous view. It astounds me every day. A picture would not even do it justice. Nothing except seeing it in person works. The lights are so small and the mountains are so vast and big and blue and the clouds are so flat and, when the sun goes down, they look like cotton candy. The trees are accented by the fluffy cumulous clouds and the green grass looks even greener. I can't really describe it, but I love it more than anything else in the world right now.

The stars are so beautiful, too. Campout night was awesome, just sleeping under the stars and looking at their beauty. I woke up at like 3 AM and put on my glasses and appreciated it for like 2 seconds and then fell right back to sleep- content that I witnessed the beauty. I wanted to get my star map, but people made fun of me. That doesn't normally stop me, but I was tired. Star map or no star map, the stars are so amazing. Awe inspiring.

With views like these, how can we blame it all on science? There has to be something more. Galileo, I agree.

happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me! happy birthday to meeeeeeeee.... happy birthday to me.


the big 1-8. w00t!

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I'm on my free period so I thought I'd type. Umm, but there's nothing to say.

Lifeguards are the elite.

Belaying is awesome.

Molly-Meredith Burkhart is swinging on a chair.

It doesn't make sense, see? I'll update later.