Nifty. i feel nifty. yeah! I am sooo proud of myself: I managed to actually finish and print my entire summer reading assignment here at camp...it's nice to have something done on time for once, man. I want to be junior marshal this year, one of the top twenty in the sophomore class. Man and I will be. I can work hard too, you know. I watched clouds yesterday, and I loved how they would change and change and change, but you know, in the end, a cloud is a cloud is a cloud, and no matter how many forms a cloud would take--a muffin toting pig girl with a kerchief, a man with an onion for a nose, a horse, a rabbit--it would always end up just the same fluffy white thing in the end. And I know I'm just the same way, because I have never lost that which is mine. Except i'm not a fluffy white thing, and i certainly don't think I resemble a rabbit. I've talked to him every day this week, and God I'm confused. You confuse me. Do you want to have part of my life? Or not? Because you are different in the flesh, you hide and resent and cover your eyes, but I still catch you watching me, I know your eyes get hung up on the way I shrug my shoulders when I think something's ridiculous. I too love the way you tap the remote against your lips, the way you laugh--God I love the way you laugh! Like a pat on the head!--the way you fold one leg under yourself and swing the other one sideways across the couch. And yet, what do you mean? You madden me, and every time i get sick of you you pick up your phone and call me and i'm fine again. damn it. school starts monday. Ye-ah.