grandpa: what is that stuff?
liz: it’s hummus.
lan: yeah, chickpeas.
grandpa: lemme have some.
lan: hummus doesn’t really go with your cinnamon raisin bagel.
grandpa: it tastes like cat food.

under the jump because it’s sort of long.

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Google Messenger- 1:35 PM

Lizzie: fool
I’m still hungary
me: foo’
you are still a country in europe?
Lizzie: yes
yes i am

ETA: is this flickr photoset not the coolest photo effect you’ve ever seen?

ETA2: i sort of learned how to play pokemon (the card game) today. actually, i sort of learned how to agree with the 2nd grader sitting on my lap when he told me which card/attack to use. so that was fun.

oh snap. tomorrow is my last day of work! i’m excited and sad at the same time. this summer has been a blast, and it’s not even over yet. this weekend my mom, liz, kate, and i are going to pinewood, like i said before. it’ll be my first time there since last september. it’s supposed to be a chill weekend filled with sleeping, watching movies, perhaps some boating, and other chill stuff. no kids. i’m excited.

we had our end-of-summer evaluations today. mine went well. i was told that i have improved since my last evaluations, when they told me i had to be more vocal. they said that i’m a model counselor, which is sweet, and also that i act like i’ve had this job for years (which makes sense, because of pinewood). but the comment that i appreciate the most was when they said that i was good at being friends with all the campers, and not favouring any. this was kind of my job, i am an integration counselor, i am supposed to help the special needs kids fit it with the other campers. so i’m really proud that i did good this summer, i thought i was going to be the suckiest counselor ever. i had a blast, and i most definitely want to come back next year. unfortunetly, one of the counselors won’t be coming back. her evaluation took more than a half an hour and when she came out she was crying and didn’t stop until she went home. one of the other counselors said he heard yelling when he walked past the room. i feel bad for her, but i understand why she isn’t going to be rehired. she was a nice person though. hmmm.

lan: liz! wanna see me do a cartwheel?
liz: lan, you can’t do a cartwheel.
lan: yes i can! well, i can do half of one. lemme show you.
liz: all right, do it.
lan: *does half of half of a cartwheel before falling to the ground in anguish* oh the pants!
liz: geez lan, are you okay?
lan: yeah, it’s just my jeans wouldn’t let my legs stretch far enough and i fell.
liz: ha ha, you said ‘oh the pants!’
lan: holy shizbot! i said that out loud?

jake: does anyone know what today’s theme is?
campers: 70s day!
jake: right! now, what were the 70s known for?
a camper: music!
jake: yep. so today we’re making instruments for our craft project.
another camper: teddy geiger wasn’t alive in the 70s.
lan: yes, this is true.

my dad made a blog just for his hilarious insider box comics. i love that darn insider box.

everyone, it seems: geez lan! what happened to your face?!
lan: uh, i don’t want to talk about it.
everyone: tell me! tell me!
lan: nah.
everyone: do it!

lan: oh fine. so i was chasing this kid and i was about to tag him, when he threw the flag to one of his teammates. oh yeah, we were playing capture the flag. so yes, the kid tripped and i couldn’t stop in time, so instead of falling on him and probably severely injuring him, i decided i wouldn’t. so i tried to fall next to him instead, but this just ended up with me landing face-first on the ground. after laying there for a minute, i got up, and felt extremely dizzy. that’s when i tasted the blood. seems my forehead was bleeding a lot. my face was literally covered in blood. the kids did not appear to like this. i woozily managed to pick up the pieces to my broken sunglasses (*sob*), walk to the bathroom, clean off the blood, and take a seat next to jamie to fill out an incident report. those aren’t any fun, let me tell you that. i was band-aided and then given a freeze pop to ice the large bump on my head, for we had run out of ice packs the day before. and that is why my face is looking like it is, and feeling like it is now. now stop talking to me.

work was fun. it was raining when i rode there, which wasn’t cool. but around noon the sun came out, which was nice. we had a few new kids this week, plus a new junior counselor (i did that back in 8th grade) that seems to enjoy playing the games more than the campers. ha. today was “valentine’s day” and we made valentines for our craft project. i gave mine to freddy (he really liked it) and i got some too. the kids really liked that we were having valentine’s day in july. they’re even more excited for halloween on friday.

so afterwards, when i finished cleaning up some boondoggle, jamie (our director) took me aside and told me that he was going to have a staff meeting tomorrow, addressing counselor behavior (talking, not paying attention, et cetera). and he said i shouldn’t take offense because it doesn’t apply to me and i’m not part of the problem. this makes me glad that i’m doing well, but a little sad that i’m not as social as every one else. i always have that problem when i first get involved in something. that part of my personality really grinds me gears. but who am i kidding, i’m mostly glad.

yeah, so after work i rode home (rainless, luckily), and i find that the wind is really strong as i peddle up the hill over the canal. so strong that i have to peddle downhill. yes, i have to peddle downhill. amazing.

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oh, and i thought i’d share this wonderful tidbit of a conversation i just had with curls.

lan: sweet kicks, curls.
curls: yeah, they’re my new black converses! aren’t they awesome?
lan: yes, very nice.
curls: which reminds me, i really need to get a black zip-up hoodie soon. maybe with a band logo or something.
lan: oh, i get it! you’re going through your emo phase!

american exam today, chem tomorrow. i think it went well, but i can’t be certain. oh yeah, i got my english thesis grade (60% of my final exam)—92. not bad, not bad at all.

liz: lan, stop using my chapstick!
lan: what? who cares. you used to eat chapsticks. you used to sit in the basement and eat all my chapsticks.
liz: so? i liked the texture.
lan: oh yeah?
liz: that’s also why i ate crayons.

lan: oh hey kate.
kate: hey lan, what’s up?
lan: nuthing really.
kate: yeah, same here. just thinking about how much cooler i am than you.
lan: I HATE YOU!
kate: WELL I HATE YOU TOO!
lan: KATE I NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN!!!
kate: FINE THEN, DON’T!
lan: FINE!
*mr. hall (my vice principal) hastily walks over and gets all up in my grill*
mr. hall: ladies, ladies! what’s going on here? is everything all right?
lan: sorry mr. hall, we were just joking around. we swear.
mr. hall: oh. carry on then.

so my mother asks me if i could please help her at the boat house for about 20 minutes because she can’t do it herself, so i of course agree, since she is my mother. yeah, so it ended up being about an hour and a half until we were finished. inventory is dumb.

*sarah, drew, sarah, bobby jo, and some other kid suddenly appear and surround me*
lan: uh… hey?
drew: do you need any help?
lan: not now.
sarah: oh. where’s liz?
lan: my mom went to pick her up, since she forgot her. she brings me, but not liz. me, yet not liz.
bobby jo: she brought you, and forgot liz?
lan: yes, i do believe that is what i said.
crew people: ha ha ha et cetera.

i have to say, our chorus concert tonight wasn’t really that good. our songs were boring, not very well memorized, and just plain lame. the solos just weren’t up to standards. although it was nice that they gave us the whole balcony instead of a section by the pit, since we could actually talk then. and afterwards i got a high 5 from berg, which rocked.

–”aw man, you already put the pop away?”
–”yes, but i set aside this dr pepper for you in the cooler, since you get one every day.”
–”oh man you are so awesome.”

not only does that dialogue show how addicted i am to dr pepper, it also shows how much i overuse the word “man” in my daily life. seriously man, it seems to slip in to my conversations almost all the time. that and the phrase “i can dig it.” that needs to stop. as liz says, “lan, you have dug too far.”

*at aaron’s alley, a funky thrift shop

lanni: mom, can i buy this tie-dye hoodie?
mom: sure, you’ll buy one now, but you wouldn’t stop at the tie-dye shop near camp.
lanni: the people there looked freaky!
store worker with dreads: uh, you do know you have pink hair, right?