Gotta catch them all!

How about I start to write a blog about something of actual substance, instead of just heartfelt camp song lyrics? Does that sound good?

Before anyone gets bored and stops reading, I need to know who is good with Apple products. My ipod (you know, the classy hand-me-down one with the tape on the sides?) has kind of died. It doesn't play, but instead gives me an error that says something like "please plug into computer to restore." But nothing happens when it's plugged in. Sad day.

Obviously, camp went really well. I was so sad to leave, but I'll be ok because Eagle and Blondie are planning an incredible Ohio visit in January, and I am determined to make it to reunion this year. Being a UL at this camp is a world of difference between being a UL at my old camp. I worked so much harder than I ever have before, but it was a good challenge. I met some amazing people and amazing children, and I'm so glad I had the experience.

A few days after I got home from camp, I moved into the house, which is happy. My room is nice, and it has a closet (something I've never had in a room!). There is also plenty of space for all of my toys, which are displayed wonderfully on the TRINKET SHELVES. I also finally finished the piece of art I have been working on for about 3 years now.

That's my t-shirt quilt! Yay! And just turn your head sideways. I'm not going to take the time to try and rotate it. Oh, and the two pictures above my bed are from Elmo's patrol during week 7. One of them says "Thaks Pottre You roke!" I think that translates to "Thanks Potter, you rock!" but I can't be sure.

Remember when I was thinking about what songs would be oldies when we're old? I've decided at I might be wrong about some things, but The Fray Over my Head is definitely going to make it. I don't think anyone could disagree with that. How To Save a Life might make it, but Over my Head will I'm sure.

I only have one English class this semester, and it's my last real English class (meaning, my last English class through the English department. I have a couple more English related classes, but they are all through the COE, so they're a lot different). I really don't like English classes, mostly for the same reasons why Will hates them. Black American Literature should be pretty easy, I'm guessing. The first thing we're reading is A Raisin in the Sun, which I've had to read for about 5 other classes. The rest of my classes are education classes that you all probably don't care about/understand (content reading, special topics-language learning, ed. implementation), and I'm taking ASL 1 to bump myself up to full time. It should be a good semester. I'm pretty excited to go back to the writing lab too! Yay!

Laser quest last night was ridiculous. I love laser quest, even though I'm extremely bad at it. For the last round, we all decided to pick Pokemon names. I was Squirtle, Andrew was Bulbasaur, Sarah was Jigglypuff, and Kat was Evee. It was amazing, especially when the guy handed out score sheets and said all of our pokemon names in a row.

Well, that's all for now. I wish I had more to say, but I don't. Maybe once school starts again, there will be more internet worthy stories happening.

I'm a lumberjack, and I'm ok

Happy 22 birthday Emily.


Wish you were here to celebrate it with us.

the painted ponies, they go up and down

so, I'm feeling camp-sick already, and I've been home a week.

Anyway, according to the internet, Joni Mitchell wrote Circle Game. That's amazing! I guess I just always assume there's a group of hippie girl scout ladies that write all the songs.


Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease her
And promises of someday make her dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell her take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the girl is twenty
Though her dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

back in Ohio

When I was young I thought the stars were made for wishing on
And every hole deep in a tree must hide a leprechaun
Old houses all had secret rooms, if one could find the door
But who believes in magic anymore?

Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain
Magic keeps the dream alive to try, and try again
Magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave
I do believe in magic, I believe

Growing up the grown-ups said one day I'd wake to find
That magic was a childish dream I'd have to leave behind
Like clothes that would no longer fit or toys that I'd ignore
I'd not believe in magic anymore

Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain
Magic keeps the dream alive to try, and try again
Magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave
I do believe in magic, I believe

Although my childhood's far behind, I've learned to my surprise
That magic does not fade away, it wears a new disguise
a child, a friend, a smile, a song, the courage to stand tall
For loves the greatest magic of them all

Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain
Magic keeps the dream alive to try, and try again
Magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave
I do believe in magic
For love's the greatest magic
I do believe in magic, I believe.