(All of this is out of order. Just saying.)
Remember when I said that camp was "not too bad..."? Yeah. Forget that. Camp was the worst experience of my life for no solid reason. PMSPMSPMSPMS. But it's over now and I'm feeling tons better.

Something that I should have started off with: Sorry. 'Tis been quite some time, mostly because I just kind of wanted to spit on everything in sight after camp and the weekends were used for sleeping and stuffz.

The Pastor officially left last Sunday and it was tear fest-like. The Pastor's wife (who was basically the reason I got confirmed) gave me a present, and Dana one week before. I cried more before the end than I did at the end. Is that... Normal? I'm not one to cry in public, but I have many a time and I figured this was one of those times. My subconscious disagrees with all my exceptions to personal rules, though, so we'll roll with the punches.

Ohai. There'ssss this guyyy who preached one day before the Pastor left and I crushed on him for the entire day because that's what I do. He's all collegey and shorter than me but his name is Cameron and he's azn (adopted). The topic that set him on to the main focus was soccer, which was pretty good except that he drew out the soccer crap a little too much. The awesomeness of all of that was that, at the end of every service, you can go through the main doors out of the sanctuary to shake hands with the preacher. He also gets hugs and that normal stuff but I didn't want to creep him out (because God knows he doesn't need to see the real me) so I held out my hand for a shake. He grasped it with a smile and I told him how well he did and then he came in for a hug while our hands were still shaking. Am I the only one who really dislikes that?! The whole shake-hug phenomenon that's been rolling through the hood since forevz? Gaaah.

I believe after that was my confirmation where everyone hugged me because I'm just that amazing and I gotz dat other hug from Cameron that wasn't as awkward except for the fact that I had to lean down for the loverly embrace, since I was wearing heels and was about a head taller than him. I am such an amateur at being awesome. D:
(End the unsequenced-ness)

There are tons of blanks between the above shit and what I am typing now, so just imagine that I was in a coma or something and that we're both completely clueless.

Yesterday Mark (stepfather, in case anyone need a refresher) had a nerd party in which three others came to play the WWII board game Axis & Allies. Started at 8PM, ended at 12:30AM. I watched the entire thing for reasons unknown. Cameron's friend Zack came and I figured he'd be similar to what I know of Cameron, but this Zack fellow was a douchecock. I... ugh. I can't even explain how sour I feel toward him, just the same for the camp. I really don't know why I am so against him... Well, yes I do.

Anyone who acts superior is a failure in my book (which is pretty hypocritical of me because I do this all the time). Sure, he's older, but that doesn't mean shit in my book. I act superior because I feel like I'm the only person in my age group who knows what is coming out of the hole in their face. Zack had that "I'M A BEEFY JOCK AND I CAN BE AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE YOU'RE YOUNG" air about him. Um. GTFO.

But anyway, seventeen days till school starts up again and I'll be seeing my best frand's face everyday (WIN). I'm excited for a new school and I hope it's not like camp where I get my hopes up.

Oh and I started the Harry Potter series over again! I'm only on the Chamber of Secrets, but may I just say that Snape and I would've been best friends forever? No way would I have have broken his beak-nose for the assholishness he so openly displays toward sexy boys in the best House ever.



Listening pleasure: Collide-Howie Day
Crushing: Sevieeee!<3
Reading: Chamber of Your Mom's...