the art of being me

I'm sat in the office on my second day off since camp began two weeks ago. I knew it was ging to be hard work so I can't complain, especially as I'm having a great time too. It's so tiring though. I've never slept so well in my life.

ANyway, it's stupid o'clock in the morning because i was supposed to ring rob for our weekly conversation (so sad that these things must be timed and planned) and he's bloody on the internet. So he can wait!

I'm jealous of everyone on my friends list who is talking about harry potter. I am literally stranded out here until monday, when everyone gets back from the weekend. One of the local staff works in a bookshop and is bringing me a copy then.
It can be a bit scary at times, especailly when a storm comes in. There are six of us left on camp, and we're having fun being home alone.

Yesterday we took the canoes out on the lake and rowed past all the big fancy houses, before spending an hour perfecting dives off of the camp's speed boat (while statioanry of course). Then Josh took us to see these waterfalls which were really nice, and then spent the rest of the night watching cheesy eighties movies and remenising over a time we were all too young to actually remmebr. Oh, and we made the best brownies in the world!

Today is mainly for lazing and reading 'angels and demons' which needs to be finished by tomorrow for obvious reasons (hp!)