I'M ALIVE

I know you all are insatiably curious. It's my birthday. I'm on my way back from Awanita. I'm facing a 18 hour bus trip. Wedged between Cakestraw McCraw Master of the Cotton-Eyed Robot (Cougs/Josh/my colourblind little brother and pillow) and Teddy Bear, in front of Mr. Cupcake, behind Jaws and across from Spanky, we all sit watching Peter Pan. Again. It's the official Pipeline movie and gives way to the official chant (as aforementioned in previous post). My pink teddy bear Chai has become an object of much lust somehow. Everybody wants to cuddle with him.

There are pixie sticks.

On a different note, you would be amazed how much junk about 20 girls can bring to camp. It is truely frightening. Also frightening is the number of unaccounted-for cuts, bruises and minor abrasions I can find on me. I am surprised however that I am not worse off. We were deep in the mountains of North and South Carolina. Lots of steep inclines and slipery rocks Put it together. Oh and there's an ice cold lake at the bottom of the hill that my 'cabin' was on. Just think on that. We had to walk just about a mile up and down hills and around the mountian to the mess hall. I think we all lost weight. And gained scars. Oh, and there were two trips to he hospital. Yes. Two.

I'm very bored. I've slept on Josh, Bailee and Maison, I've read in my Bible, in Sophie's World, Jeeves in the Offing, and the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxcy. My head is on Maison's pillow on her lap, I am laying across my seat, slung across the aisle and my feet are on Josh's lap. I feel nausiated.

It's amazing how much one particularly short boy with hysterical bed head can rattle off semi useless and astoundingly random information.

It's been an emotional, teary week and I am drained. I may post more later.







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The revenge of Cougs, Care Bear and Sparky the Owl

Ok. This post is written from a bus, a bus full of hyper middleschoolers on the way to camp. It's way loud. Were singing VBS songs. It's also 7 am. We've all been up since 5 or earlier. Earlier in my case. We all have settled on our nicknames, some new made up for some antic this morning, some older with intricate backstories. We have Skittkes, Cougs and Care Bear and Sparky the Owl(me). Shorty has an ipad 0_o. I was dubbed Cougs' honourary 'mommy' by his sister to keep him in line and to make sure he doesn't get too high on pixie sticks and Five Hour Energy. Or at least make him share :). Spike went with a brigh green, sparkly Mohawk. We rock. Go for awesome coloured hair! Alex (yes. It's a nickname with a very intricate backstory) is brave and sitting between Cougs and Care Bear. I admire her strength. Sawyer is being a human 'Bopit'. Lots noise here. Polkadot is texting Tutu and they're sitting together. SJ and Highliter aren't here and that's depressing. Cici is somewhere. I really don't know where. Everybody is chanting "I do! I do! I DO believe in fairies!" every hour in the hour. Pipeline tradition and official chant. I think that's all for now.


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