Success

They force me to take breaks, this is a good job.

Good news

I am alive, and was forced to take a break because apparently not taking them is bad. Bleh I suck at saving money.
I think I am going to Marquette this weekend if i can take Monday off.
I am still doing new things, just keeping track in a journal instead of a blog.
I had a really great birthday despite not celebrating it, i have never got that many birthday wishes in my life.
I spent the first half of my break on an intense bike ride the second part will be spent reading your blogs, creepy.
I am really really really happy with my life right now.
Then only problem, is stating in place for to long.
Did I mention, I am really happy.
I am sorry if you are not.
I decided a bike is more important than a car.
Also I officially quit being vegan!
I still refuse to drink milk eat eggs or gelatin, baller.
Peace

I suck at being vegan... start over? perhaps.

Its a Dream. I was riding my bike in Marquette or along the shore of lake superior on a bike path similar to the one in Marquette and I turned north and started riding my bike down the break wall. I hit a crack and fell off into lake superior and perhaps through lake superior and I landed on the road in a place similar to flint on Hemphill road. I got up and continued riding my bike towards Fenton road. As I rode I bumped into a group of people that I recognized as friends. I asked where they were going and they asked if I would like to go to the planetarium. I said sure and continued riding my bike and talking to them. I found myself looking backwards as I rode my bike so I could continue to talk to them, in my distraction I hit the side of a car and seemed to be knocked out. I was conscious but I did nit know what was going on. Everyone got into the woman's car and she drove us to her house, the whole car trip consisted of a sensation similar to what it feels like to ride a subway and stare at the floor. When we got there I was no longer knocked out and could walk on my own. We walked into her house, with no feeling of uneasiness what so ever. She gives us m&ms and asks us if we have any questions. She then asks us if our grandparents had the same questions. She then asks us if they have the answers. Then she said they they do not. Then the dream ended

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Day Twenty Six: learned the double super eight on a bight
Day Twenty Seven: Went Vegan for a concrete reason
Day Twenty Eight: Became low ropes certified
Day Twenty Nine: Rode Innisfree's zip line
Day Thirty: performed and ETK and became high ropes certified
Day Thirty one: Lost Bather Emergency; dock and deep diving
Day Thirty two: Rode a horse

camp-o-rama

Every long journey is made of small steps
its made of the courage the feeling you get
you know its been waiting been waiting for you
the journeys the only thing you want to do
I am officially, hopelessly, stuck in camp mode my ability to blend into mainstream society has disappeared. I wear the mark of my allegiance to summer camp on my wrists and ankles in the form of friendship bracelets and a watch. I am always filthy and sore. I am loud and super enthusiastic at all times. I am constantly on the verge of song, camp song. Every sentence is now an inside joke and sounds like pure rubbish to anyone outside of the GSSEM Camp staff community. Lets go squeak some techie on the dance floor ay bru.
New things:
Day Twenty Five: filled out a time sheet (finally getting paid friday)
Day Twenty Four: Three minute tag team shower, accomplished none of the goals of a shower
Day Twenty Three: Began working at Innisfree
Day Twenty two: Taught the seven principles of leave no trace
Day Twenty one: Hiked to "the hollow"
Day Twenty: Found my True Color

I am happy. Finally, happy.

chlorine overdose

Holy shit I love my life right now and I cannot wait to end this visit home and get back to living my life, outside. Its weird the nineteen people I trained to become a lifeguard with, and the thirty nine counselors I work with, are now my closest friends and if they did not all go home I would not have either.
Day Fifteen: Began work at CHH
Day Sixteen: pretended to be a tree, and was promptly climbed and chopped down
Day Seventeen: Learned CPR and became certified
Day Eighteen: Swam twenty five laps
Day nineteen: Became a certified life guard