Dear Diary,
It's about this time every night when i have this conflict with myself- aaaah reading or tv reading or tv. not like my literature of choice is much of a step up from tv, but at least there's no commercials.
Today at work i recruited all of the regulars to send their kids to camp sealth. don't be confused diary, i just had a three day break from camp counseling so i decided to work at capers for 2 of those days. still feeling guilty about my little shopping spree right before i left for camp. oh yeah and the whole europe vacay too. but now there are all these camp things i need, like a headlamp. i have never in my life wanted a headlamp as bad as i do now. will i ever just be happy with what i have?? gosh if it's not seven jeans it's a headlamp. that girl is never satisfied.
Last night i was hanging out with some of the kids from highschool that i actually liked, and my friend flipper from camp calls me on my cell. we lamented that we didn't like our real names anymore, but it would be weird to ask all of our old friends to call us flipper and shamu. changing your name is sort of frowned upon, so i like the idea of having a few names. it's nice to be called something new that you picked yourself because you think it's awesome.
Love,
Diana