Now I don't want you guys to have a heart attack or anything, but I am actually writing a journal entry on here. BREATHE. Good? Okay, let us begin.

While all of my fantasmic friends are enjoying themselves(discluding Adriene of course because of her controling, not to mention out of control, father) (INCLUDING my almost kind of somewhat WTF boyfriend person thing) I am here at work attempting to concentrate on inputting a mess of data that makes absolutely no sense. And even better, I cannot, absolutely cannot, concentrate on crap. My mind is in an absolute whirl of confusion and frustration and I want nothing more than to be up at the camp helping out, learning having fun etc. etc. etc. and watching my almost kind of somewhat WTF boyfriend person thing grow in his relationship with God.

Now I know this might sound crazy, but believe it or not, no matter what the heck you might think, I would rather be busting my butt and exhausting myself at the camp than sitting in this office. If it was an option for me I would quit this job (actually contemplated it today...haha) and find another one in Camas so that I could stay up there constantly. But until some certain people turn eighteen I am in no position to move out. NOT TO MENTION I NEED TO GET A CAR. And unless my dad stops being a jerk and ignoring my phone calls, I cannot get my license. I kind of need my birth certificate and SS card to do that. GRRRRRRRRRRR.

Disclaimer: I'm not crazy.