Becuase the body is weak, and the mind strong

In honor of germss and their passing from one host to the other, I'm going to write about the times I/Maya was sick at camp. You see, I have written litelry nill about camp because up until....I dunno...like yesterday I'd get so upset whenever I talked about it, wirrting became pointless. I'm making this all very clear now because I"ve relized the nice crypticness I'm so very fond of is awesome at the time, and yet if I EVER wnat to know what the hell I was talking about i'm going to have to leave myself more then just hints.

And so, I now present you storys of Culver Military Academy Summer Schools Upper Camp, 2006.

If you became ill during your stay at Culver, it was customary you treck 2miles across the campus to the Health building. Were they would indeed confirm your suspicion of illness and charge you 12 dollars. The ONLY point to doing this was to get out of parade which was compeltly worth it.

but remember kids, this is me.

My bones ached, my skin was burning and I was freezing though it was probably only about 10929 degrees outside. *98 to be precise*. Something had been going around, something probably from Brazil no doubt. Those Brazilians always did the worst damage.

Throat rebellion, head aching I stood in that retreat for a good 40mins, shifting dutifly from paradae rest to attention. I was deteremend not to fall out, 8 others in my squad alone had already and though I longed for the golf cart to come get me I was too embaressed. Plus, I had promised Roo I'd go to the movie with her that night, and if you fell out you had to stay in your room.

So there I stood, swaying, wishing for death, in the longest retreat of hte summer. I didn't go to the movie that night. I slept in my room, only coming out for 'annoncments' at 10.

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Maya had been getting sick ever sense I had been getting better. A mixture of the flu and loathing for the classes she was in added to her discomfort. I ran into her in the hallway, announcing we'd have to do something to get someplace, and she announced she was skipping sailing.

Skipping sailing.

Do you know HOW jealous I was at that statment? what i would ahve given to just "skip sailing" My GOD the girl had guts. you did NOT want an Ensen after you for skipping.

But she did. And on my way back from Photography i grabbed her a popcicle.

Her disregarde for the rules inspired me. I stoped going to sailing. :D

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I remember it was raining. Hard. Becuase when it reains its not to much fun to be in an inter-lake the Ensens and Captains had kept us inside the navil building. 60 teenagers from just as many countrys cramed into a room merroring a subermine in style and design watching movies.

Now, becuase it was sailing, and we were in a navial building, Ensen.....something, I'll ask Sara later, brought in his personal collection of Navy war Movies. Todays selection was The ROCK and while I like the movie i was having none of it.

Scooting my way toward the door I made my way out into the rain. I had my poncho on, they told us what to wear you know and ponchos were definitly on the list today, and then I ran.

The Navail Building is about half a mile from Chatu Terre where I my room was. Classes were technicly still on, so I was the only one dumb enough to be runing along the lake line towards the dorm.

But I knew Sara had free period, and I knew she'd be in here bed all comfy and snuggly, and I knew she'd let me share the blanket.

And so thats the first day I skipped.
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OKay. I know thats boring and lame and pointless. But I want to remember it. So I'm writing it down. There.

It's getting easy

i'm ready for the next challange. As ready as I"ll ever be, i wasn't made for this easy nothing to it life God, at least I hope not.

I thank You for the break and the good times, but I'm ready to move on.

Just a reminder that I still pray for signs.

Peace Out.

We're all wasted

I'm not entirly sure I understand the world.

The thing is, I don't know if I like who I am.

The Thing is, what am I going to do about it?

I know how the world works...but much like physics and all things mathmatical, i do not know why.

I cherish my friends emmensly.

I have a tendcy to open my mouth too much.

Wayne has become one of the many perks of driving. Waving to him and knowning he'll wave back is comforting. A constant in the form of a man in nightrobe in a bench. He's more friendly then the overweight women who walk there doxhounds around the block.

I think a lot about death. Not necessarly mine

Her indescretions benfit my social life.

Sometimes I wonder what the hell I've done moments after I've done it. Why do ideas go from being logical moves forward to "BWUAH!?" in less then 2seconds?

Its weird. I was upset and we sat on the stairs leading up to your door for an hour nad talked. Suddenly, I relize there is nothing enherntly wrong in what your doing, its just what you gotta do. I gotta let you do it.

I hate your hair. And now your sick. And we hugged. And recently, I've been sneezing, I thought these fun things were over with.

Once again, I don't understand.

This collective sigh is merly teenage angst. It need not be remembered or documented.
Yet I document

The song I'm listening too is too emo for this subject line

"you know what i relised?"

Hm?

"we don't randomly dance anymore. WE need to do that."

So we did.

Your God knows his faithful

Sittin in his aparment I go through your text messages. Cha-Cha-Charan and you seem to be rather close. Your actualy letting me go through everything, and i"m not sure waht to think to that.

Its shallow, and dumb and pointless and will only lead to awkwardness. Its human nature and I'm semi-okay with sercombing to it. You want to go through my phone. I say no and actualy try to stop you but your bigger then me.

If your jealous you don't act like it, you never did you probably never will. Our compadre is mad at you, gives me a look as though to ask why I'm doing this and I just shake my head. With a joke he hands you the controller and I go back to trying to not fall asleep on his couch.

**

Philosophy has once again come into my favor. Thinking I had sworn it off, trusting blind faith to see me through. Less questions less trouble. Questions are back with vengence. Faith has not however left, intertwing feelings create a sort of intilectual search as apposed to despserate plea.
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"Get me a soda" I laugh but i don't even pretend to mind becuase I honsotly don't. As I walk through his garage his mom screams and reamins doing so.

"Your mom cut herself man" he gives me a sort of confused look. He's holding confrence with another, decussions the reason of my visit.

"We'll come" He says. I smile. I knew he would.

I hug him and in the process spill orange soda on both of us. Seth laughs and makes me carry a bag of needles inside. Seths cool because he drinks diet stuff.

"He said he'd come, can i go?"

He flips around in his room, "You mean you couldn't go with out us?" well no. but i'm not gonna tell you that.
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one night stands arnt all bad. Not always I think. If you can stay away from things you might regret and from becoming attached, they can make really nice memories to have. Warning label reads its rarly achieved but that dosn't mean it can't happen.

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I smiled through the whole thing becuase none of it was my responsibility and I don't sweat anymore so it didn't matter there wasn't any airconditioning. Your actualy being nice and we're all in a good mood so its perfect.

Derek trys to break my finger on the way home. I contemplate breaking his. Seth interveens and we drop Derek off.

they promise to teach me how to drive a stick because my dad sucks as a teacher and i take them up on the offer.

**

I come home and get on my laptop and pretend to be a super hacker. I'm in a good mood. nobody is going to ruin it

TStrange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever

Stop. Talking. To. Me.

:)

It never fails.

If I get online to talk, no one will be on, if i get on to do a report, 12 people will pop up.

If its 1 in the morning, 14 new people will strike up conversations with life ultering problems apparently only i can solve.

Hell its not about solving. Its about whining for three hours.

I'm not even annyoed that much. I wanted to write. I have nothing to write.

yes.

Can't believe i never noticed my heart befroe

The cool thing about being happy, and having that associated with a happy day, is that the memories of it will make you smile in the future when everything else is sad.