Holluh

I really should be sleeping right now.

I'm gonna recap the past few days, then do in depth on a few things.... Like I always do...

Sunday, I sat at home and did nothing. It was great.

Monday came too quickly, arising from slumber at around 7:3o to be at work at 8:30 where I was to stay until 5:30. After work, I came home to mow my neighbors massive lawn, then I crashed for about 45 minutes to recharge for a night of dancing at Jack Didley's.

Today went by strangely fast considering how long it was. My alarms went ringaling at 5:50 in the effing morning, it is now 12:15 and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open.

Back to Monday: work went smooth as one can expect. The exciting part of the day was a field trip to Atomic Bowl. At 9:30 we were on a bus to the bowling alley, arriving on time without a hitch.

Kids are pretty terrible at bowling, and thats coming from a guy who got excited when his score was above 90.

Would you believe that a 9 year old called a 5 year old a "fucking idiot" for stealing his quarter?

Yup, that happened while bowling. The offender lost his DS privileges for the rest of the week (which is srs business in these parts.)

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Well, I honestly can't remember the rest of the day right now.... So thats the image I'm going to put out for now.

I'm gonna skip right to clubbin'

Gareth, Mick, and I arrived at Jack Didley's at around 10. We scour the place for a few minutes, noticing with a sinking feeling the the dude to chick ratio is horribly off and not in our favor. Luckily most of the guys don't quite have the skills to actually ask a random girl to dance, to it worked out okay for me.

The highlight for me was having a girl walk up to me and say "Aren't you the guy from the Albertons parking lot?"

Why yes, yes I am that guy.

After about 2 hours of a combination of dancing and walking around looking for someone to dance with, we finally call it a night and walk out to my car where Gareth gets a phone call telling us to meet someone at McDonalds.

On our way to McDonalds, they call us back and say it's closed and now we're meeting at Ihop.

Then Ihop is closed, so now we are meeting at KFC.

Then KFC is closed, so we finally met at Shari's.

The table went something like this: Bryce, Dylan, Hannah, Dani, Mick, Gareth, Amber, me.

I remembered everyone's name! The majority of those people I had never met before, so it was a nice change.

I finally got home at a few minutes after 1, yet couldn't sleep until almost 2:30. Three and a half hours later, it was today and I was NOT ready for it.

After a shower, banana, granola bar and chocolate milk, I grabbed my work shirt, nametag, and whistle and hopped in the Nissan. I walked into the main Camp room (the rockwall room) to see only about 5 kids there so far.

So I sit down and have a conversation with them while the room is still sane.

At some point I guess I said something in french, which got us talking about languages. I asked the children if any of them speak a different language.

One child answered "Yea I speak german!"

Another then piped up "I SPEAK HAMBURGER" and pretended to loudly eat one.

I am confuse

The next notable thing was when I was walking along, minding my own business when a child suddenly started climbing up me. When he was about at my shoulders, I shake him off and say "Dylan what are you doing!?"

To which he replied "Sorry, I thought you where the rockwall." and walked off like nothing strange happened.

Suddenly it's time for a movie, and I go on my break. I return an hour later to help out with swimming things, and after about 2o minutes a kid walks up (we are watching the movie Akeelah and the Bee, a movie about a spelling bee) and asks if the movie is about a bee like the animal, or a spelling bee.

He asks this an hour and a half into the film.

Finally its time to swim, and as usual I get in and swim with the kids and somehow don't drown while ten children simultaneously climb on me. After swimming, it is finally 4 oclock and I am off.

I exercise my freedom by exercising for a few minutes, then peacing out for home where I take a good 2 hour nap.

I wake up and go to my other job for about an hour, and then go chill with my homies Alden Jeremy and Ben.

This was the first time we had been together since our Oregon trip two weeks ago, which was just about right as we where close to killing each other at the end of that event despite its funness.

We hit up Applebees for foods then Jack in the Box for shakes.

I drop the kids back off at Alden's, then head home with more than half a milk shake in my cupholder.

My stomach starts to sear with pain, and I'm like

EFF YOU MILKSHAKE

and in a moment of insane dramaticness I throw it out my window.

Yea I'm a terrible person for littering I know, but worry not for I already got my comeuppance for the action.

Jack in the Box milkshakes come with lids, lids with massive holes on the top.

To throw the shake, I tilted it sideways, and threw it hard.

This resulted in Oreo milkshake flying throughout my car, primarly landing on my shorts and my door.

I sigh, pull over, wipe everything up, and realize my pants are too uncomfortable to wear.

So, I take them off.

Driving without pants was rather freeing.

I mean srsly, windows down, sunroof open. I'm in 4th gear on the bypass doing 35 behind some old couple, and just as I crank some Angels and Airwaves a spot opens up for me to flying around them.

I shove the clutch down, yank the shifter into second, feel the tires squeal against the pavement and watch as my tach soars to four thousand, five thousand, six thousand revolutions per minute.

Finally I back off and shift through the gearbox until I hit sixth, feeling the breeze whoosh by, all without pants on.

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