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A lot has happened folks. I don’t even know if I’ll have the presence of mind to recall it all for your benefit (or your whatever) but I shall certainly try.  (The truth is, I don’t even know WHY I try to recall things and write them on here.  I feel like it’s more for my sake than yours…I don’t want to let all the colossal events–events that, as you are well aware, constantly riddle my life–slip away without taking  note).

Well so first off, the bowling league has majorly fizzled.  This is mostly my fault because (news item number one!) I got a new job which takes up all my daytime hours, so there goes the driving force behind the league.  This new job is as a camp counselor at CAMP YUMKA, which is an agent of the Audubon Y.  So like, great.  Camp counseling is basically my dream job I THOUGHT. But Camp Yumka is a curveball that I was not prepared for.  These kids are wack, and have more attitude under a FINGERNAIL than like a Gordon Ramsey-Aretha Franklin lovechild would have in its entire being.  It’s mind boggling, I can’t even deal.  Anyway so last week I was with the “Junior Survivors”.  We learned important arts like cooking over an open flame, spear throwing (? I’m with you on this one), trying to drown Miss Jule while canoing, and locking Miss Jule in a barn.  FUN. TIMES.  This week I was moved to the “Seneca” group, and today was my first day with them.  It has been smoother sailing, but if things start to go south the good news that I am a newly certified spear-thrower so…look out.

Now now, I know that you’re currently in an emotionally shattered heap on the floor because you think that you’ll never again hear gripping tales of my times at Panera Bread.  Well dry your eyes, mate.  The Panera job is also going strong.  No major developments there except that I loathe everyone who works there except for my one sexy manager, who I dream about nightly and who I plan to one day marry.  And it’s GOING TO HAPPEN, it seriously is. He harbors the same buring passion for me, I just know it.  FOR EXAMPLE, tonight he said to me:  “Jule, do you wanna go out?”.  I straightened up immediately from my traditional at-the-register shlump, and unable to believe my EARS responded with an exuberant “Yes??!” as I prepared to be swept into a romantic embrace. In the end it turned out that he was actually asking me if I wanted to go out into the dining room to start vacuuming. 

…but the message was there, subliminally.

Anyway.  My new job at the Y has had tragic effects beyond simply stopping the bowling league in its tracks, the most prominent of which is that I am unable to work at my OTHER, volunteer summer camp that I usually work at in the summer.  “Summer camp is summer camp, Jule,” you may be saying to me boredly.  WELL.  It actually isn’t.  Because my other summer camp was the shit and the kids weren’t demon children, and it was the home of a steamy summer fling, and I just wish I was working there again! But alas, that camp is happening this week, and instead of being there I am up a creek (literally) at Camp Yumka, breaking up fights between The Dantes (oh, there are several), and trying to prevent general mutiny among my campers. 

Waahhh.

Oh HEY so I had orientation at West Chester, and I acquired a roommate and a refreshed sense of a greater life purpose, and I am just pretty PUMPED for the whole college thing.  It’s looking to be pretty enjoyable.  And I am planning to attack my studies with renewed diligence and fervor, SERIOUSLY.  I’m really going to care. It’s going to be so positive.

Greeeeeeeeaaaaat I feel like I have ninety six more things to report on, but I swear to you I am so freaking tired. I worked for a total of fourteen hours straight today (I really did) and I’m probably going to slip into a coma at any moment. Plus I have more work in the morning so like, awesome. 

Sorry for the lameskies entry, I’ll write again sometime when my eyes aren’t blurred with exhaustion.

Peace & Love.