Because I'm getting a little bleary...

Oh yeah.

Cute girl helped me with my stuff today.

At some point near the end, my dad decided it would be a great idea to just pile as much stuff as he could into the elevator, never mind that it took more trips than people to get it into the elevator, and then more trips again to get it out of the elevator with people waiting to get in, and then more trips again to get it out to the van.

So my dad takes a suitcase and the laundry bag, and I take a suitcase and the poster bag, and we leave a little pile consisting of "Baltimore-opoly," my CD-box, the box my Easter basket came in, the box with my desk lamp in it, and the calendar pages I stole from Liz's roommates sitting in the lobby by the donation stuff. I'm lagging way behind my dad with this huge suitcase because my arm snaps at the elbow if I hold it far enough away from my body to keep it from dragging on my legs. My dad whisks his suitcase up the hill and into the van and comes back for mine when I'm halfway up the hill.

So I go back to the lobby for my little pile of boxes because it would really suck if someone decided to take my CDs in the three minutes I spent struggling with the suitcase. And I'm trying to pick up this pile and it's just not working. It's not that heavy, but I can't get my fingers under the B-opoly box to pick the whole deal up.

So this girl walks up and she asks if she can help me and I'm all "I'm fine, I just can't get my fingers under the..." when I'm thinking "whoa." She does the whole "here, let me get that for you" thing and takes the Easter box and the lamp box off the top, at which point I easily lift the game and the CDs. We sort of do the "um, well, here" dance for five seconds while she puts her two boxes on top of my two boxes. I thank her, she goes for the elevator, and I leave.

And I'm sure I'll never see her again, but she was cute. A little bit like post-hair cut Laney Boggs except blonde. Cute glasses and pretty eyes. Although I think I was only looking at her for like six seconds because cute girls tend to make me nervous. Unless I know they're younger than I am, in which case I'm all "hey..." Something I've noticed. It never really comes out when I'm a freshman, though, 'cause I'm on the bottom of every pile. If I get any of these camp jobs, please remind me not to hit on the junior counselors, 'cause they'll be all of 16 and 17.

I also think it's funny/sad that when I'm with Liz she's always the one going "hey, cute chick" and I'm never in time to see, but then I keep noticing all these girls when I'm alone and there's no Liz to share the experience with.

I've noticed that I notice far more cute girls than cute guys. Is this just because I arbitrarily like girls better, or just that I really do encounter more cute girls than cute guys?

Oh yeah, and objectification is bad, kids. Don't do it. Just say no.

Ha.

Maybe it's just me, or maybe it's just 3AM, but I thought this was really funny:

Note I left on Chris' Facebook:
Happy birthday! :D

Lol, you've seen me in my birthday suit, why haven't I seen you in yours??

Message Chris messaged me back:
Hey, thanks for the birthday message!!! You'll see the birthday suit, soon enough.... lol

Okay, now it's time for bed. Hey, in the morning I'll have the lovely smell of paint all through the house to give me that nice early-bird high. (Can you see my eyes rolling? Can you?)

Love and I've got four days and 240 entries still to get through.

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Today, I am wearing hot pink underwear because I feel like being that much of a freak. Also because with all my stuff still in the car, it's kinda the only underwear I have here. The same with the shirt. It's leopard-spotted. And I've never consciously, visibly worn it. Ever. I give myself an hour before I give up on it and get a T-shirt.

In a previous entry, I didn't mean to suggest that I would actually hit on the junior counselors if no one reminded me not to. It was part joke, part "I'm not really that kind of person but I'd probably have the urge to and it would never happen anyway because I'm quite simply not brave/suave/sly enough." *nodnod*

I wanted a shower when I woke up this morning, but because there are people working on the house I'd need to use my brother's shower, and I didn't want to be all "hey, *steals your shower*" and when I woke up I wasn't thinking that my brother would be at school already. So I didn't have a shower, but I did eat breakfast before getting on the computer, and in a little while I will finish those camp applications, help my dad unpack all of my stuff from the van, talk to my parents about who has time to drive me over to Choate sometime this week, get someone to take me to mail said applications, miss Liz, eat some honey because I'm missing Liz and my family drinks orange juice, um...

I have six friends in common with someone named Jaime Palma, and I cannot remember who this person is except I'm pretty sure she was one of the Russian kids on my floor at ALP, and I don't remember her because all the Russian kids left for Russia after the first week. But I have six friends in common with them, wtf. They probably met at some other WCATY camp, 'cause all the common friends are EAGLE kids and we do stuff like academic summer camp for high-scoring early ACT-takers.

Shadow seems to be doing alright.

I should probably go help my dad with the van. I kinda would rather just be lazy, but my parents hate it when I come home and I'm all on the computer and the video games. I want my new computer, but I'll have to actually do work for that, so... I should stop being such a lazy ass and be productive for once.

Also, everyone should go out and listen to Taylor Mali and Jeanne Marie Spicuzza--and Laura EJ Moran!

Wow, I'd totally forgotten about her. My first slam experience ever, watching that is. Sophomore year. And the first time Kristi had talked to me in like, a week and a half? Maybe it was less than that, I can't actually remember, but it felt like a long time. I remember she wore her Rainbow Brite sweatshirt and she held my hand. And then I had to be immature and lonely and leave when Lindsay left just because Kristi was chatting with the kids who ran the coffeeshop.

That whole thing just...I'm sorry. Have I grown up at all since then? I hope so.

Anyway. Off to be productive.