All right, all right... I've been lax in writing these things. I don't know, maybe there's just not that much to say. My life hasn't changed- I still work at McDonalds (WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU PEOPLE, THE ONES WHO SAID WOULD COME VISIT ME AT LUNCHTIMES? I HAVE BEEN VISITED BY MISTER SWAN MORE OFTEN! ...Legit, the man has come in twice. And I saw him at Borders today, too.), I still pine after camp, I still dream and think and breathe and draw and read- oh, the AMAZING books I've gotten to peruse!

ThankyouCliveBarkerIabsolutelyloveyouthankyouforyoursplendidimaginationohemgeeIloveyouCliveBarkerlo~ove!

Okay, so for the few of you that READ and RESPONDED to my last entry, here is the info about your commissions-

Erica- Inked in (I HATE THE HAIR), awaiting color
Kat- Sketched, needs ink and coloring (I'm going to hate her hair too)
Maria- Idea, needs sketch, ink, and coloring

They'll get done when free time becomes a less scarce commodity. I do believe that my two jobs are slowly taking over my soul. At least, the soul of my watch. I have one day off every two weeks between the two of them, so be forewarned- the drawings may take a while.

I've started another painting based on a picture- this time, on "Fire Eye". It promises to take a while longer than the one I did of "What's Behind...Edit", particularly because I'm to try andd actually make it look GOOD and LIKE THE PICTURE. I did a (very) sloppy piece of "Heart In My Hands" and hated the obviously unskilled, sketchy, sloppy result. It was rushed and I plan to take more time and care with my next piece instead of throwing paint on an 8"x10" board and call it art like the disaster that is sitting upstairs as I type.

So....

I believe that is everything recent from the dreamer that is me. I'm going to try and scratch out a plot-bunnied story that has a few fragments just dancing up in my head; TRY being the operative word there. This always happens- I chance upon the idea of a story and then lose it when plots come into play. I never think about plots. Although I REALLY want to do a response piece to lunagaiagoddess's fic ("Pickled Walnuts", a HP HGxDM fic dedicated to me n'cause I LOVE the pairing). I want to write one back for her. ^^ Ideas using that pairing are welcome- plot thoughts are appreciated, too. Kat, chip in if you feel so obliged. ^^

Anyway, that's about it for me. Really. You can stop reading now- I'm going to list all the things I miss about camp now so that I won't forget. I'm going to be without it for a long, long time.

I miss the soccer field
I miss Spongy
I miss Big Ball Madness
I miss Bible Study
I miss Songtime
I miss the pucks ("Clickety-clickety-clack!")
I miss Johnny Appleseed
I miss the Mott's castles at lunchtime
I miss the campers and their insatiable appetite for piggybacks
I miss the counselors and their perpetually sore spines
I miss the Drama elective
I miss my friends-slash-family (because that's what they are and Facebook just doesn't cut it)
I miss Capture the Counselor (I had a spot all ready for this summer)
I miss Chipotle's on Thursday nights (because no one will CALL ME WHEN THEY'RE GOING)
I miss pooltime
I miss the gummi-snacks and Famous Amos Cookie packets
I miss the Golden Pot ("Ooh, Aah, Eee, Wow, Zoinks, Huh, Ah-ooo-gah!"), the Silver Pot ("NICE!"), the Brownish Tray ("Oh-Kay..."), and- dare I say them- the Skunk Award and Pig Award ("Pee-Yew!", "Oh No!")
I miss lapping the lunch shed with all of the girls
I miss the Youth Center
I miss the Moses Room
I miss the time capsule above the girls' room ceiling
I miss dancing in the downpour
I miss the Bookstore
I miss the Archery Field
I miss the Frog Pond
I miss the Cow Pond
I miss canoeing and fishing
I miss the Polars
I miss the end-of-the-week skits
I miss Camper Request Day
I miss the carnival
I miss making my Fruit-Of-The-Spirit tree
I miss the morning glories
I miss the Sweet Shop
I miss the afternoon activities

I miss Camp.