I've been in a drawing mood as of last and I'm not exactly sure why. I'm fine with it, though, since it's just giving me more content for my website when I finally decide to update. I did draw a picture that would have no real significance to anyone expect me unless people can magically understand what I'm trying to describe with my art... but it gives me a warm, mushy feeling. In fact, it's much like the feeling you get when you dump luke-warm oatmeal into your socks and start walking.

That brings me to something I've been thinking about: the person who came up with "luke-warm" should have been/should be shot. I have a feeling it was some guy, coincidentally named Luke, who, one day, went into a coffee shop and asked specifically for warm coffee. And, after that, he probably thought the coffee was too hot and said so, making the employees make him a mildly-warm cup of coffee. Then he probably became a regular at the shop and he could just tell them to get him a luke-warm cup of coffee and people decided to follow his pussy-footing ways, thus making "luke-warm" an "acceptable" temperature for something. I really hope that guy died slowly.

I also went shopping today... I don't really know why... I just felt like it. I got a few shirts, including a long sleeve shirt (which is significant because it is the first long-sleeved shirt I've ever owned), and a few pairs of pants. If you couldn't guess, I'm ranting about nothing at all.

Must. Have. Camera... I also like writing (and speaking) in fragmented sentences.

Later, DS
~ While visiting this site, it is illegal to eat quiche. Sorry, Frenchie.

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Well, I've been doing a whole lot of nothing since everyone I know has been busy having a life while I sit around the house. I've sort of learned what people mean when they say the whole world is spinning around them and, I'd have to say, it's incomprably boring. At least I can hope that everyone, and especially someone is having a good time.

I Won't Spend Another Night Alone by the Ataris is remarkably accurate as to what I've been feeling as of late. It's weird how people can become so attached to someone that they get a sickeningly annoying type of pain when they're separate... but I'm not even around the person very often - I just talk to her. It can be described quite simply - it feels like you're trying to focus on something just out of your vision... except it's an internal feeling. Well, maybe it's not so easily expressed as felt.

To detract from the deep thoughts (they're deep for me, anyway), I plan on getting a new digital camera very soon. It kind of pisses me off that a day after I fixed my old one my dad decided to make a house visit and claim it as his own... Oh well, this time I'm not going Olympus, since I've had infinite amounts of trouble with that damned lens cover. I hope Canon has nice, cheap one.

As soon as I get the camera, which may be a while, I'll update my website with a whole bunch of content that I've been hoarding and waiting to post. I think I'll post that poem I found in the garage soon, also... Wow, I just realized how much stuff I actually want to do. I think I'd best set off to start it.

Later, DS
~ If a painting can be forged well enough to fool experts, why is the original so valuable?

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Well, if you couldn't guess by the title... or you can't read French (assuming that's proper grammar), I've returned from my week at summer camp. It was awesome, to say the least.

Oljato has always been my favorite summer camp. The food is great, the staff is fun to be with, the events are fun, and, well, there are always upsides to everything you do there. I think, even though I promised myself I wouldn't, that I'll go back next year. This was, by far, the most fun week I have ever had at a camp.

I was planning on taking Shotgun Shooting since, y'know, shooting stuff is fun... as long as it's not alive, but that plan died after I heard the cost for taking it. After a day of thinking, I decided to take C.O.P.E and Soil and Water Conservation. I also ended up taking Hiking, also, since I didn't have to do anything.

Anyway, for those of you wondering what C.O.P.E is, it's an acronym *gasps* for Challenging Outdoor Personal Experience. It was nice to learn that I can lift and hold all hundred and forty-something pounds of me for a good four minutes (just one of the many things we did). I also got to climb up one hundred and five feet on a vertical obstace course, which was, by far, the highest I've ever climbed. The Giant's Ladder, however, is what I'm most proud of doing. It was about seventy feet tall with ten "steps". The steps were two-by-fours that were placed progressively farther apart from each other. I climbed the ladder in about twenty minutes by myself after I figured out how to swing my body over each rung. When I was standing on the ninth rung, looking up at the tenth, it really sucked - it was contemplating how in the world I was going to reach it, since it was about a foot over my head, but I decided it wasn't worth wasting the time to think and I jumped up and grasped onto it, castrating myself in the most painful way imaginable. If you can't see why that would be fun, it's a good thing you weren't there.

Anyway, in Soil and Water Conservation, my counselor was really cool. Her name was Sylvia - but that's not the cool part. She looked almost exactly like Lauren. It was even scarier to learn that she had a brother and that he too looked a great deal like Lauren.

I also spent a great deal of my time at camp thinking about someone. I found my thoughts drifting towards her at least a few times each day, which was rather pleasant. Those stray thoughts helped me toil on through most of the C.O.P.E challenges... Ahem. Anyway, it was a great week.

Later, DS
~ It starts with an "M" and it ends with a "man up" - "Mman up."

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I've been rather active lately. For the pat few days, I've been volunteering at Magnolia Gardens Care Center. I don't even think I need community service hours to graduate, but if I do, this will count... I hope. It's a hospice, so there are lots of elderly people who need a ton of help to do things, so I volunteered with the activities department. I get there and start giving out coffee, then I go into the dining area after a while and serve coffee and juice and cookies and turn on a bit of music. At about eleven thirty, we bring in the residents for lunch and wheel them to the tables and serve them. After that I get an hour lunch break. I come back and do some room visits (ie going into the rooms and talking to the people) and then help with the afternoon activity.

Despite that sounding really dull, it's actually pretty fun. That should be sort of obvious since I volunteered more than one day. They said they'd be willing to hire me, but only after I got a work permit from the school which really annoys me since it's going to be such a long time, but, hey, at least it's easy money. The paperwork is a bitch, though.

In other news (news to me, anyway), I need a new bookshelf. I've been forced to stack books in front of other books once again and it gets sort of annoying when I'm looking for something.

I'm going over to someone's house again tomorrow and, although I don't know the details, I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy it. Anyway, time to put on my glasses and look cool. *puts on glasses* *realizes he looks like an idiot* *takes them off again*

*Subdued laughter from the audience*
*whack*
*thud*
*silence*

Well, that's about it besides my having to go to camp again. If I have any say in it, this is going to be the last time I ever go to camp. I mean, even if it is fun, it's really annoying going twice in one summer. Since I've been doing that for years, I think I've been burnt out.

That's about all I can think of to say, so I'll go do something else.

Later, DS
~ Ever tried to clearly pronounce a 'V' over a fast food drive-thru speaker?

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I had a pretty fun day yesterday. I went over to someone's house and, although I was being my usual boring, untalkative self, I managed to say a few things. She, her friend, and I ended up going down to the supermarket because I'm not too intelligent when it comes to buying chips and we got some pizza too. I hadn't realized that Ruffles and salsa don't mix... Well, not very well anyway. But after that, we went back to her house and we ate and talked a bit and watched T.V. If you don't think that's fun, don't bother asking me why I thought it was. Think about it for a bit.

I wrote a new poem all of... eight minutes ago. It's called Child of the Stars. I'm not too sure it makes sense since I never check poetry for errors, but it's what I was feeling. I really have to get into the swing of writing again, it's been too long since I've done anything.

That's about it, I suppose. I could go into a rant that no one would enjoy... probably not even me, but I'll write that in my journal (or diary, whatever you'd like to call it).

Later, DS
~ And a booming voice declared: In the summer time when the weather is hot, a selection of fine cheeses often taste of cheese.

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For those of you who didn't think so, I'm definitely obsessed with someone. I had an interesting conversation with her last night which happened to be filled with more debating... well, with her debating me over things I said than normal chatting, but it ws fun nonetheless. It's so nice to have someone to talk to that won't just shadow me and go along with everything I say, accepting it as fact. Not to say that that's always bad, but it does get sort of dull if people think everything you say is fact and they aren't willing to consider the possibility that you could be wrong... That's definitely one reason I'm so... well, obsessed.

^{Don't read the fine print! It's not very useful anyway. It's kind of funny that half way through that conversation I thought I was killing what little chance I have, since she was chucking insults at me right and left and I kept pushing myself into them. I was giving little snippets of what she said to another friend and she kept saying, "What are you doing to her!?" and "You should pretend you have to go to the bathroom and let her cool down." I sort of figured out after awhile that she was just in a debating mood, so that's what I wrote up there so I wouldn't have to explain all of this and take up space... but I decided to do this anyway... oh well.}

Now back to ranting about my "life". I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday and came out with eight books for thirty-two dollars. I'm rather proud of that. I got A Tale of Two Cities and the lady at the counter asked me who Hillsdale High was. I was extremely confused until she told me it was summer reading for them. When I said I was reading it for pleasure, she gave me one of those "There's no way you're serious!" stares and rung me up in silence. People who work in bookstores should be a little more open-minded, don't you think?

Speaking of books, I finished The Shadow Rising and I'm already about two hundred pages into The Fires of Heaven. I think I may put it aside so I can read A Tale of Two Cities since I tend to enjoy classical writing to that of today for some reason.

Enough talk (or typing, however you see it), I'm going to get back to the monotonous daily routine I've made for myself.

Later, DS
~ All my fear is unfounded, all my doubt is wrong.

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