and all the wonderful things

This summer is crazy.
actually, it's also pretty well gone.
in a strange sort of, soon to be gone, but entirely enjoyable while it lasts.

Its funny how seeing a lower side of life where people with less make you appreciate what you have, even what would be labeled "normal", or at least labeled such in my world, like family. I saw a sign the other day that said this; "Family, its were everything starts". It was a random sign, but it was indeed rather thought inspiring. I also saw another sign, it said this; "all children left unattended will be given an espresso and a free puppy". It was less thought provoking and more laugh provoking.

Campfire was incredible. even being nervous when I first got on the bus, over the ride, and the break down of the bus I got to know some awesome people, before I even set foot on property. Once we got to camp it was everything I was told it was, as cool, and perfect, and more. The first person I saw (well, saw standing almost still, the rest of them were moving REALLY fast) was Crans. She wasn't my conselor, but Noa and Grippig were! (I'll call them by their camp names for simplicity) Monday was a total blur following that, and so was the rest of the week, but I'll try to pick out some highlights for the day. Bunking and meeting my cabinpack (officially, the best ever) was Monday's HL. There were Kim, who I knew before, Danielle, sarcastic and cynical, but awesome none-the-less, Christie, and Jess, who were totally pumped for God, and, Helena, who would teach me how to hemp -->AWESOME. It was crazy how quickly we bonded, and I felt my own "place" there. I was comfortable to be extreeeeeeeemely outgoing, so I met a lot of people, and got tight with a good amount of those aswell.

Tuesday was Inglias Falls. I'm still unsure how to spell the name. But I loved it. CPDs were done in view of the falls, and were definately an even deeper connecting point for our cabinpack. Danielle and I weren't instantaneously best buddies or the like, and we got a long just fine, but CPDs made us tighter, 'cause in response to a question; "why are we exposed to suffering?" (something quite close to that) Danielle and I, in perfect wording and timing replied "to test our faith and make us stronger in our trust of God". It was pretty epic. :) Then came the actually swimming in, or "on" the falls. Tori and I climbed around on the rocks a whole lot, which was fun! Even slipping on furry rocks and sliding in and then be swept away for a bit was fun. Altogether the falls were totally inexplicable. I loved it, it was beautiful, and I was with friends (lots of them) doing adventuresome things.

Wednesday.
Was being happy the whole day, and chapel, and the fire. and singing. a lot.

Thursday, Wasaga beach. Learning to hemp (the right way), watching william fly a kite for 3 hours, buying sandshovels with candy from tuck, and playing guitar with kim/talking guitar with Garry. Wait, the bus ride back still topped all those. Having an intense conversation with Kim and Tori about characters and how to deal with them, and how to love people who are hard to love, and complicated things like that.

Friday. Being busy ALL day, it seemed more than other days. And the fire/sugar throwing ceremony, and making up with Samantha. And making friends with Sam over tears and bear hugs, she went from being someone I knew vaguely to someone I thought of as my friend. Awesome batman belt and all.

Saturday. I didn't have a favourite time on saturday, because I was sad to leave my conselors, and my cabinpack. I cried on the bus, so did Kim. We're definately tighter for it all. WAY tighter.

Grippig went back to Holland already. :( I'm going to miss her. Even when I read her wall posts and photo comments and the like on facebook I hear her. I read one out loud to my mom and found I had subconiously spoken in a dutch accent.

Noa and Grippig, both had accents. I love accents, I think dutch might be my favourite for girls, and South African for guys. hmm.

I'm having a "campfire reunionish partyish sort of thing" at my house on tuesday. I'm stoked to see my friendlies again!

In other news, I'm done writing for tonight, even though I barely skimmed how amazing campfire was, and everything that's been happening around and about my life recently, plus its late. Goodnight, or good (really early) morning to Grippig/Lianne in Holland.

done!

or rather....I'm going to be....soon.

haha

have an awesome day!

ps.

I haven't fallen off the face of earth, I just happen to be working a lot.

Blogs, msn, and emails fall to the wayside of "more important" things.

Somehow though, even when I'm working I have all this brain time and get all these ideas and they run around my head, and some of them write themselves into stories that stay all packaged up and then suddenly split up and mix with something other until I have 20 new ideas, and 40 old ones that have all mixed and twisted up in the stranges ideas and calculations and stories. And sometimes you can't write any of them out, which is a strangly disappointing thing that is only proven stronger when you find just expressing the existance of them hard.


Sleep is an odd thing.

Like an off button.

Though things like off buttons were likely derived from the natural rest of sleep.

No. They were.

the end.
goodnight blog.

fun times

ghostly to toasty.

arguments

"that has NOTHING to do with failing your arms in the basement"

"So you think you can tell me my morals?"

"uhuh, uhuh, uhuh, yep, okay, uhuh, yeahh, right, yuppers. You're wrong."

"thats a red herring."
"what the heck is a red herring."

"Guys, would you just stop arguing already, I'm tired."

Arguements are pretty cool, especially when you're arguing a point you really don't believe, so you just have like two facts and you're using straw men and circular reasoning like crazy, and for some reason, the other person doesn't notice. ;)

By the way. I'm playing soccer tomorrow. Sheldon Park. Not the purple team. Come watch.

4 days
7 days
14 days
and 18 days

wee-oot life

my sister has a chew toy and my dog is on drugs.

what crazy world am I living in?

going for a nap,
Rachie

the tears fall with the curtain,

will there be a second act?

only the Playwritter knows that.