Bold as Love

The past few days have done their best to be rough and wear me down. They've succeeded. On the one hand it feels as though this week has flown by. I can't believe that tomorrow is Friday! I feel like Shane and I were just grilling yesterday but here we go again. I mean damn this doesn't seem the least bit possible. Camp has been a little rough the past couple of days with the usual things that happen in life. I can honestly say that those I work with have a special place in my heart and in my eyes they can do no wrong. I've just been upset with certain situations but never at an individual or group of individuals. I guess finding myself so tired after camp days is just a sign that this Pink Sunset Blvd leader needs to move on pretty soon here. I will say one thing though: waterball needs to die. That is the devil's game. I'll bet they play that game in hell except with fire.

I've got a question, since when was underarmour considered a suitable shirt? I've noticed more and more people walking through the gym with just underarmour on. Don't get me wrong I am down with throwing on some compression shirts/shorts/whatever but throw a damn shirt/shorts over them. We get it you have muscles, congratulations! Let me bow down to your carefully sculpted arms and gaze at them with awe. You are so awesome Mr. Underarmour Shirt wearer. I am not worthy to wipe your sweat off the machine you just used.

I've been toying with the idea of attempting to join one of the teams once that opportunity presents itself. Let me rephrase, I'm toying with the idea of trying to join one of the teams. But in the next breath I don't know if I could handle it. It doesn't get any more real than what those guys do.

Something that got me thinking today, most people living around us speak English but when do we ever talk to them? I think it is a shame that people aren't more social with one another. We all have stories, experiences, and talents that add to our uniqueness. We are the only one of us that there will ever be so why not learn from one another. While we are all different we aren't that different. We all laugh, cry, and hate waterball.

I'm off to San Francisco in a few minutes to see Kevin and Megan. Nothing like family. I regret that I haven't had the opportunity to catch up with more of my friends but I find it important to treasure and value every minute I'm able to see people this summer.