At camp. Camp rocks.
My friend Tara pressured me into trying to eat shrimp, which was a horrible experience. The little buggers look like curled and shriveled children’s toes that were soaked in the lake all day. It felt like I was chewing on mucus in a Zip Loc bag, and they tasted mostly of dry heaves and bile. Everyone else said they were delicious jambalaya shrimp. I remain unconvinced.
Everyone visit redscreen.net, because Anne says so. Do what Anne says or she will beat you with her freshly aquired communications major.
Kyle and I have been trying to figure out the particle theory of this guy named Mike. Kyle has worked at Ihduhapi many years and has never seen Mike before, even though Mike says he does everything at camp. I suggest that every atom at camp has Mike quarks bonded to their protons and neutrons, making Mike omnipresent. Kyle believes Mike may be some kind of deity. I am not willing to make such a unverifiable concession. We will see who wins the fight in the sandbox.