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WOOT! Back again. I'm off to my last camp before school again (though I'm sure it'll never be as interesting or cheezy as this one *points down at text below*), so this'll probably be the last entry for a little while. So, with much ado about nothing, let the games begin! xd Here goes:


After we were done working and we were waiting for our ride (sound familiar?), me and Jimmy were talking like we had been pretty much all day, and he got up and went over to talk to Andrea.
He thinks that she is pretty cool (yeach), and I’m afraid she’s going to steal him from me like she has with all my other guy friends at church at least.
Anyway, he went over to talk to them, and when he came back, I asked him what they were talking about, he said:
“She asked me, ‘Do you like Rose?’ I said, ‘What business is it of yours?’ She answered, ‘Have you told her?’ I said, ‘Yeah, I have…’ She said, ‘Awwwwww….that’s so cute.’ And when I was walking away, she winked, as in ‘Good Luck.’”
I looked at him. I couldn’t believe that Andrea would actually root me on in a relationship. I’m still suspicious.
I’m sitting next to Jim in the car on the way home. He is saying that he wants a journal to write something. He loves writing, can you believe that?
Earlier today he was talking to me and we saw this horribly ugly dress. Jimmy said, “Hey, look! That’s the perfect prom dress for you!”
“You can’t be serious, can you?”
“Of course! Just save it for when you actually go to prom!”
“No, sorry. At the mall close to my house, they have a good selection of prom dresses. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I want to see you in it so I can make fun of you.”
“Ha. You do that anyway. What’s with the coughing, ‘Rose is a loser,’ as I walk past?”
“I don’t do that, do I?”
“Yes, you do.”
And then we cracked up. Andrea bought this, actually really cute, dress today. It’ll go with the angel wings she got yesterday.
Today, during devotions, this kid came up when we were in a circle, and said, “Here are some guest speakers!” and dropped a whole bunch of frogs in the middle of us. We stepped on half of them, and the rest of them got away. It was so funny.
We have free night tonight (Dang! I don’t get to spend it with Jimmy!), and we’re going tubing down this one river. I’m not familiar with it. That’ll be interesting…not. I’m not all that excited for it. Oh, well. Clara and I will be spazzing out all the way down the river, and we will be so far ahead of everyone that we will have to wait for thirty minutes at the end to even catch a glimpse of the people behind us. And we will laugh in their faces.
So, you know how I said I would get Jimmy back before? Well, I did. I had to put something away, and Jimmy was at the table. I came up behind him and grabbed both of his sides. He spazzed out, and shouted, “ROSE!” I cracked up and said over and over again, “I got you back, I got you back.” We couldn’t stop laughing.
I don’t think that you will understand how scary this is until you see it. I walked up after putting something away and Andy was wearing a dress. Yesterday and today he has worn a large variety of skirts. But today, he wore a dress and a JUMPSUIT!!!!!!! It was seriously nasty. I am emotionally scarred. I have been several times over this week. God…I’m gonna miss this so much when I have to go home and get back in the normal schedule if daily life.
Oh, my god. I’ve been writing so furiously, I didn’t notice that Jimmy was cracking up at the look on my face, or the fact that we were here! Thankfully, we just got back, so I didn’t have to worry about the embarrassment of having to be stopped by Jimmy.
I nearly fell asleep on Jimmy’s shoulder on the way home, but I was writing so much that I stayed awake. I’ve got to get out, RIGHT NOW!
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There ya go. What's really weird is that the guy that was yelling at me to finish hasn't commented to say thanks for starting up again. *Sigh* Boys. Oh, well. Still miss you guys, all of you. So don't you dare get all depressed. And Quirty, please open up that journal entry. I do want to read it, even if I don't have time to. Love y'all.
-Selkie blaugh heart