I am tired, it is the end of my day, and lookie here! I'm blogging.
I have a sabbat at my house tomorrow, so I will try to write a blog, but doubt that THAT'LL happen.
What I did today:
- Sung the Rogers and Hammerstein's Cinderella songs. Way. Off. Key.
- Rubbed ice up and down my sister's arm, and pretended that Moaning Myrtle was licking her.
- Cleaned two bathrooms. Riveting.
- Edited video.
- Ate chocolate.
- Joined InvisibleEleven on Camp Twitter.
- Realized that at 18, summer camp is something that I will not be attending. Ever.
- Was both happy and a bit nostalgic for something that I never did.
- Remembered that yes, I did go to summer camp. A pottery camp set in ancient Sumer, and Greece.
- Remeniced about said camp.
- Recalled that I disliked the other campers.
- Was thankful that I never had to go to summer camp.
...so, that's MY day. I am completely tired, off to bed.
~Whimsy
You can be a camp counselor!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome post as always! Glad you had fun at camp!
ReplyDelete@Clara
ReplyDeleteI could, but I do think that for me, that would be a special kind of torture. The kind in which I scream, curl up in a fetal position and twitch until camp is over. So, nope.
@Nick
Merci, danke and thank you all those other languages as well. :D