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Raspberry Ginger Ale I think I had a dream with Ben Affleck in it last night. I can't be sure. I think it involved him making out with someone I know, too, and me being disgusted. I don't know, it probably had something to do with the fact that I was sleeping in a hotel room with seven other people, and had a bit too much Jolt and Cosmic Brownies beforehand.You see, we went camping in Helen, but Mother Nature? Is a conniving bitch. We rode horses (I only sneezed ONCE!) and went tubing, and were commenting about how nice it was that it hadn't rained. And then it did. Hard. And there was lightning and thunder and whoosh and bang and flooding and wet sleeping bags and it was bad. So we pulled a Troop Beverly Hills and got the hell out of there. At least there were brownies. You gotta have chocolate in a situation like that. Happy Father's Day! We got my dad grill accessories, barbeque sauces, and a book about landscaping borders. Of course, that totally wasn't a ginormous HINT or anything. Also, he almost chopped his finger off with an axe yesterday. He has since amused himself by asking, "Does this look infected?" at any given chance. But the sad thing is, it does look a bit infected. Dance camp starts again tomorrow. I wonder if Travis ready to kill me. With kindness, of course. That's the worst part. "Oh...was that difficult? Is it hot in here?" "YES." "Ok then...well, let's just do it ONE more time. *endearing smile*" "Groan." We were asked to make a list of foods and drinks we consume on a weekly basis in camp last week. Raspberry ginger ale and peanut butter are my two major food groups. I'm thirsty. 2003-06-15 @ 10:36 p.m. |