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I know, I know, I'm supposed to journal everyday. How can I expect small children to journal when I can't even do it? Yeesh.

Bud Light Presents...

today we salute you, Mr. Constant Collar Putter Upper. you, bedecked in popped collar, teach us that we no longer have to live with a cold, bare back of the neck. sure, your pink alligator polo may look feminine to some, but not to the 17 other queer frat guys wearing the same thing at a party. where others may see thoughtless fashion conformity, you preach a higher gospel. you preach of a world where its okay for a man to go tanning. you ask "why can't we too use shampoo with lavender essecence?" so... crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, you fashion gladiator, because we all know, when we really need a piece of gum, you might have one...in your man purse.

David and me at counselor dress up. That's why I liked being Unit Coordinator...I can make the counselors dress up and I didn't have to. Hahahaha. 

So...the rest of the weekend

So, I went to sleep Saturday morning around 2:30am and woke up at 7am, so I could leave by 7:30am to get to the middle of nowhere by 8:30 in the freaking MORNING! So, I haul butt down 377 toward Granbury, after stopping at Sonic for my morning Route 44 Vanilla Coke and I pass this white truck with a Mississippi license plate and one of those cross fish things on the bumper. And I flashed back to Lydia's email, explaining who I would be lifeguarding at canoeing with: "oh, you'll like him. he's a missionary student from Mississippi and he's really tall." What part of tall missionary student from Mississippi says I will definitely like this person? So I think, as I speed by this tan yokel, I bet that's him. When I arrived at camp I got to pay myself a dollar and some change, because I was right. He had a Mississippi accent like I had never heard in real life. It's not often I meet a churchie from the sticks. No offense Jason. He was pleasant and funny and he drove his truck all the way down to the canoe docks, YES! No walking.

His idea of getting the canoes down was for the two of us to get them of the holders and then he would push them down the steep drop off onto the beach and towards the water. Loud, bad for the canoes, but it got the job done. He got a kayak for himself and as soon as the first group of people came down to canoe, he got in and paddle out. I could see him in the distance floating around with his fishing pole. His legs didn't fit in the kayak, so he had his legs out on the front, his arms stretched out behind him just chillin. He came back 2 1/2 hours later. And then we went to Subway for lunch.

So, when we finished canoeing at 3:30 after I sweet talked some of the dads to put the canoes up for us, I drove home and realized that I did indeed have a massive sunburn on the left side of my face, only. So I am currently, as in Wednesday afternoon at 1:34pm, still peeling, but only on the left side of my face. I would now like to take this opportunity to thank Austen and Jacque for making fun on my sunburn and laughing at me while I was at Jacque's house, completely exhausted and dirty from a day of canoeing. Thank you.

So begins an extra long one

When Kim called an asked if I wanted to go to Pete's on Thursday night I thought, well, I haven't been on a Thursday night before. I don't have any money and I'm kind of tired, but what the frick. We couldn't have paid anyone to go with us. Why is that? Pete's is a happening place? Just because they have "classes" and "a job" doesn't mean they can't start the weekend out right, on a Thursday. So we ended up at Ben's like we always do. It was me, Kim, Randy Ward, and Pat Gary. I don't know why I have to use their whole names. I even say their whole name when referring to them auditorally and when speaking to them. Oh well. Kim sang Waterfall by TLC and was the hit on by some guy in one of her classes.
He came up to the booth and was all, How you doin'?
And Kim was like, Fine.
And he was like, can I buy you a drink?
And she goes, sure Cosmopolitan.
Then I said I had to go to the bathroom and left her to be protected by Pat Gary and Randy Ward. Okay, next time, I'll just use their first names.
So when I came back he was in my spot and I tried to grab my drink and he was all, Hey wait a minute you're taking my drink and I was like, You're on crack, this is my drink.
Oh wait, I mean, you're drunk. So drunk. So funny.
Kim was like, Devon, I hate you for leaving me.
But then he was like, you pick a song out for us to do and come let me know and she goes, Yeah, sure.
No.
So then later he comes up and goes, I know you're not going to come over, so I'll just say good night.
And Kim goes, yeah. Night.
Nice. We did back up for Pat Gary on Love Shack and called it a night. That's good.

I worked all day Friday and then Jacque came to pick me up. We went back to my place and did absolutely nothing for 3 hours. Nice. Then we started organizing an exciting trip to the Cutting Edge, a haunted house in Ft. Worth. Jacque left to get a head start, Kim came over and then we caravan to Bedford. We left Kim's car at Jacque's parents' house and Austen met us there and I drove us all to the Ft. Worth. Good times all around. Not scary for me, but Kim and Jacque were screaming and Austen even jumped twice!! He's not so tough. So we got out of the foam room, tried to wipe off a bunch of foam and got in my car. After I turned the key in the ignition I heard a chainsaw near by. Jacque and Kim are in the back seat screaming, lock the doors, lock the doors. I didn't. I "forgot" how to. So the guy opened the door and put the chainsaw in the car and Jacque jumped into Kim's lap. Then he closed the door and left. It was funny. Except my car smelled like exhaust. So then we drove back to Jacque's house by way of Razoo's where we split a fishbowl and a crap load of water. I was just thirsty, that's all. Then I couldn't make it back to Dallas and I had to go to camp in the morning, so I stayed at my parents' house. A good end to a Friday night.