Pictures! I finally got into the scanner and got some pictures from camp scanned. You can find them here: http://photobucket.com/albums/b342/melanielynne/Camp%202005
And I got one comment. Thanks Joel! I don’t think a lot of you realize that anyone can post a comment, even and especially if you don’t have an account here. Nahh, I think just a lot of people didn’t follow me over from xanga.
Didn’t do a whole lot today. Straightened up my room and got a bunch of stuff organized. I’ve been a bit sloppier this summer than I normally am. My usually tidy room has a bit more strewn all over the place, and it’s driving me nuts. However, I’ll have this silly “messy” thing out of my system in time to have a nice, neat dorm room. My lucky roomate.
We watched “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” today. I absolutely adore musicals, in case you didn’t know, and that’s one of my favorites. Under “Newsies,” of course. And “Singing in the Rain” which, for some odd reason, reminds me of the night at camp that Becky and I were acting silly and bursting into song all over the place.
But bursting into song is fun.
Tomorrow I get to go to a sukkot meeting. Sukkot is so close! So the next couple months are going to be hectic. I get to spend a majority of this week coming up with choreography for tambourines, which will be loads of fun. It’s my absolute most favorite part. Oh, that and probably going “window shopping” for fabric again. Mom and I went to Hancock’s and Walmart looking for fabric for our skirts for tambourine and had an absolute blast. It’s been a while since Mom and I could just go out without little siblings along.
Tegan starts eighth grade tomorrow, and Stephen starts second. And Abby starts kindergarten, if anyone can keep her in a chair long enough! It’s weird not starting school with everyone else, especially with homeschooling, but I’ll get my chance at college soon enough. I’m exciting and ready to go!
And I’m not going to worry. I’m too melancholic when it comes to that. I’m going to take the advice given to me: yiyeh b’seder.