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Since all my lervly friends from WOH are writing about WOH, I feel that I should write about it too. It's not that I wasn't interested before, it's just that more of my friends are doing this now and I feel that I should fall in line. I don't think I'll be a very good voter when I'm 18. Anyway, the first day was something like this, from the journal view, as I mostly write that way...
OK, so I've been in a ******** truck with the lovely members and crew:Callibretto(Calli), Rose, Allisen(Alli), and Moi, not including the driver who never really told me his name yadda yadda yadda BOOOORING!!! And our driver won't let us buy anything in the vending machines at this [********] rest stop. What a total dickface.
Anyway, we've been in this car for something like an hour, and just as we're about to load back in, Calli and Alli(Wee! Their names rhyme! I'll never let them forget it.)are getting into a fight. Apparently Alli stepped on Calli's foot, and so he pushed her, and Alli called him a d**k and punched him in the balls, or something of the like. Dammit! NOW I wish I had my camera. God, I would have posted it somewhere.
Rose, who is like my absolute bestie ever, basically made me come along to Week Of Hope because she said I was a jackass and I needed to change in the light of God. As if. I'm never going to stop being a b***h and nothing anyone can say will stop it. And, since I am such a jackass, there's absolutely no chance I'm going to make friends or s**t. but who cares? I only need to look out for number one, A.K.A. me.
Anyway, I got the front seat and I'm gonna apply lip gloss and mascara with the review mirror. I need to come up with a good excuse for Rose. I'll write back when I get some free time.
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OK, so basically, the only good thing about WOH so far is that it's got better sleeping lodges than the Traverse city trip. As in, the room is like a classroom with no tables(after we dragged them out). Sadly, it's like six by four or some other tiny s**t, so there is basically no such thing as personal space. After this weird quiz tablet whatever s**t we had that apparently is supposed to bring us closer as Christians, I fell asleep on my air mattress and ended up sleeping through most of our meeting group's time. After that, Calli, Rose and I went onto the lawn and discussed why all the romantic shizz we had going on was going to have to stop. Basically Calli made Rose almost cry and I got her out of there before she snapped and beat someone to a pulp. See how much I love her?
While I was waiting for Rose to cool down and feel better, a girl on a bench asked me, "Where are you from?"
Usually, I would have told her to go eat a d**k, but since I was at church camp I figured I could try to be nice. So I just said, "I'm Clara, from St. Clare's in Michigan." Then I dragged Rose over there and we basically became superglue friends in the first 3 seconds we met. The girl's name was Dawn, and she was totally awesome. I'm glad I didn't completely blow her off. OK, well, before Rose and Dawn get suspicious, I better stop writing until tomorrow. Whatever.
Clara
 xXBisexual FlanXx · Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 05:04am · 2 Comments |
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