Summer camp was a pain. I hate kids….it was so depressing, I don’t want to talk about it. NYLC…..what to say about that? It was amazing. More than amazing. More than I can get from my heart to my fingers. I will tell you a secret: First love. Yep, it happened. Maybe I should just talk about the emotions today, and the conference tommorow…. Corey, I guess we will start with him. A friend and yet so much more. He hates Hooters, but is a total gentleman. He loves dancing, but only swing and ballroom dancing. He loves Speech and Debate, but claims he will never argue with a lady. He makes me blush and makes me feel bold in the same breath. He has a gentle touch, but is confident. HE isn’t the most handsome guy I have ever seen, but I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I know I will get burned, but I just HAVE to tough the brightness. He loves Barnes and Noble as much as I do…when we were in Baltimore together, we found one that is three stories, and spent all afternoon there. Later, there was a dance, and we discovered a mutual love for old swing dances, and old dances in general. We are both captains of our respective speech teams. He lives in Minneapolis. I live in Evansville. Life is cruel. I waited alone at Gate 3 of Ronald Reagan International Airport, Gate 3 goes to Indy. Gate 4 was flying to Minneapolis. I got on the plane, and stayed strong. Until I saw the farms of Indiana, and I cried like there was no tommorow….. To me it felt like there wasn’t. I dried my tears long enough to get through the terminal, and see another flight to Minneapolis. I lost it again. He is the only boy I have ever cried over. This morning I got out of bed, and wanted nothing more than to stay there and dream. To relive moment after precious moment. Love is like a chipped and fractured chalice. It hurts, but you have to risk drinking or remain thirsty……forever Movie of the Day: Casablanca Quote: IF you don’t get on that plane, you may not regret it today, or even tommorow, but you will regret it the rest of your life.