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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice
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September 2009
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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice [userpic]

On a whim, I have decided to put a stripe in my hair. Exactly what color the stripe will turn out to be is a mystery at the moment. It should be somewhere between blue and silver. The hair dye I'm using smells really, really excellent. Yummm.

Silla mentioned Mike a couple times today. Mike was a friend of hers from Epworth (which is CLOSED??!) who died sophomore year. I was bummed on her behalf, because he did some amazing stuff for her. She said that her whole world ended when he died, and when she finally came back, how different it was. And then, completely by chance, I realized that I'd known him too. After sixth grade, when I went to music camp, he was working there as a lifeguard and doing random other jobs (like serving in the cafeteria.) I didn't know it was him until I said "And there was this guy there who always asked me what time it was..." And Silla got all excited and told me that was him. One day he was lifeguarding and he asked me the time about every three minutes because I had a waterproof watch that I wore swimming. That night he was serving dinner and he asked me what time it was again. I did not tell him that it was time to eat because I was not so witty in the olden days.
I don't remember if he ever asked me again, but I still remember him. When we got back from Columbia Silla showed me her picture of him, and I recognized him. I'm abstractly sad to know he's gone. But in some equally abstract way I feel like it's peaceful, it's okay. Camp was special, and sort of extra-innocent in the way that we thought at the time that we weren't being innocent at all. If ever I have to go to a happy place in my heart, I am floating in an inner tube in the swimming pool there, professing that my vocation is vacation (maybe I was a bit witty after all?). Mike is there. So is Kool-Aid, and Arat, Bob, Alexis, Eric, Tina, Teresa, Katie; Peggy, who taught me to play autoharp; Elizabeth, the youth counselor who told me it was okay to stay up and read past lights-out because I was homesick; Carole, whose skill and willpower pulled 40 young kids into an awesome musical in just four days. The Order of the Clubs still stands firm; Rachel never had to move to Mexico (which was light-years away then); we play Giants, Wizards, Elves and crazy kickball every evening. We stay up late to look at Jupiter through a telescope and discuss The Hat and The Anti-Hat. We can still go climb Elephant Rocks and wax philosophical (in a fourth-grade way) about the passage of time; I am and will ever be the Medicine Woman. Chicken rings are the best, but Nutter Butters that the dining hall workers share are awesome too.
Someday we'll get to the big camp in the sky (or wherever it is!). Dinner will be ready, practice will be soon, Campfire will be next, and then we'll have chocolate shakes for snack. And we'll never have to go home because we'll already be there.

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reading through memory posts....

"Someday we'll get to the big camp in the sky (or wherever it is!). Dinner will be ready, practice will be soon, Campfire will be next, and then we'll have chocolate shakes for snack. And we'll never have to go home because we'll already be there"

Love this. The content, but also the...rhythm of the words.

Re: reading through memory posts....

once upon a time, i could write ;p

Re: reading through memory posts....

Pretty sure you still can.... :-)

Re: reading through memory posts....

::looks around for a pen::