I live. I swear.

OK. I return after a bit of a hiatus from life and internet. I just came back from a week as a counselor at 4-H camp (i'm a loser... i know). Anyway. I was the only counselor (usually there are two) in a cabin of nine 9-10 year-olds. I hadn't been to tht camp since I was ten, so I didn't really know what I was doing. Oh well. I lived. By te end of the week I was having a bunch of fun, though.

I turned 16 on monday. I was dressed like a pirate for anything goes dinner and I had to run around the dining hall and blow out candles that staff were hiing from me and take the candles away. I accidentally blew candle wax in Ian's face. oops. Jesse, the fishing teacher (i was the fishing counselor because i wasn't squeamish to hook worms), had me kill a fish with a rock though, because one of the campers hooked it throught the brain and it couldn't swim. I killed it and then I cried. In front of my campers. I haven't cried in public since a was a little kid. But I'd never killed anything bigger than a fly, before, either. Looking back, it was pretty hilarious, because we buried it wrapped in a fern with a worm so it wouldn't go hungry in fishy heaven and we sang taps. I a such a moron. While we gave speevhes I started to realize the absurdity of the situation and began to crack up. I kept it together for the campers, though. On the way back up from the pond I ate two worms for an audience and was then talked about in the gossip part of camp newspaper at night. I was talked about two or three times, actually. One was the worm thing, another was when I fell in the river trying yo catch a camper's float-away bobber, and at the beginning of the week there was mention of one of the couselors having two tongues. I think that was a screwed up notion alluding to the fact that I can swallow my tongue. Anyway, I was queasy for a couple of hours after eating the worms. Thay tasted a bit like blood and had rough undersides. I thought they'd be slimy. I didn't chew. That would have been disgusting.

Sad story: all of my pictures on one of my cameras didn't come out. I had forgotten to turn on the flash, so the pictures came out dark gray. It made me really sad, because for of the male counselors did a dance that i took about 15 pics of. And there was the counselor picture. I don't have that, now. I can have one of the counselors e-mail one to me, though. They gave me their e-mail in "love letters" on friday.

Oh my goodness! One of the afternoon activities was "M*A*S*H B*A*S*H." I was so excited! I was one of the only counselors who knew what MASH was. I had to explain the show to the campers at tribe meeting. It was awesome. I wore one of my MASH t-shirts and looked like a total geek. By the end of the week, my campers thought I knew everything. Insane.

Kate!!! One of the lifeguards was from Germany. His name is marco. I have his picture. And a bit of informations that will make you love him even more: when he goes back to Germany at the end of the summer, he is joining the army to get his jet pilot license. I will show you his [shirtless] picture at my b-day party. He is SO HOT! *sigh*

Also. For the b-day, I received:

from sis: ipod case with skull and crossbones and an iHome (SWEET!!!!)
from parentals: Princess Bride dvd Dread Pirate Roberts edition, a 1 GB usb (Josh Mike Bob II is bent in uncomfortable and permanent ways), and a digital camera (10x optical zoom and 6.1 megapixels, excellent) with a 1 GB memory card. Also, pirate earings, Cadbury chocolate (not the american kind), and a signed off kilter cd (one i already have, and signed too, but who cares! I love this cd and I'm sure my first copy will wear out sooner than I think.)
grandparents: talking, digital spanish dictionary/ translator (YAYAYAYAYYYYY! on the first day I learned how to say "I believe I may have food poisoning" I was so amused!!! Creo que tengo una intoxicacio'n alimentaria. Now I'm all set to go to spain. I can say where is the bathroom and I believe I may have food poisoning. Booya.)
familia: near one hundreds dollars so far, but 43 of that goes to my parents. I will finally pay off my debts.

By the way. One of the staff is a professional clown and suspected pedophile. I was his drama counselor. *shudder* More about him later.

-Haley

ponder...

OK... so... yeah.

I chopped off all of my hair. I can't decide whether or not I like it... My hairdresser and my mom like it. I liked it until I got home. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and, because of the cool placement of my out of order shower with mirror on it, got a better look at the back. I don't know if it's as sweet as originally thought. Although that may or may not have something to do with the fact that my sister thinks it's disgusting.

grrr...

and i won't be seeing any of you until august (b-day party), so i don't have any opinions other than my family's... great.

i can try to upload a picture, but it may or may not work.

YAY!

Just thought that I'd let certain people know, that today is the International Day of Slash!

Unfortunately, I do not have time to write anything today, but a drabble challenge for later this week would be lovely.

Here is one for certain people who may be interested:

Fandom: Baseball
Pairing: #20/#15
Prompt: (easy-ish) Japanese food, saki, dark chocolate

Have fun!