You Will, You Will, You Will, You Will...

So last night, I grabbed a ride and I am now back in Oceanside with my family. Good stuff. I don't think I could be any more excited about camp starting. The people I've met and the relationships that I've already began are amazing, and it's good to know that when I need it, I can go to so many different people for help and they will be there for me. The food is good, I get to live in the mountains, and sometimes girls even talk to me!

The other night for my new friend Lee's birthday, I took the "milk challenge". Now, it is humanly impossible to drink a whole gallon of milk in one hour without throwing up. I drank the gallon in 36 minutes. I threw up 9 times during it. Good times. Such is the man that will be a counselor of youth this summer...*sigh*...ever feel inadequate at the tasks God has set before you? Well my gosh. I can barely put my pants on by myself, let alone be in such an important point of leadership. But it's like I said before, I have such a great supporting cast in my fellow counselors, the elder staff and even you program kids that it all makes it a bit more bearable.

Well, I'm out for now. I finally have internet, and you know I gotta check the myspace.

You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet

Update.
I have been offered a position working as a counselor at the same camp Jeff is going to this summer. Working with all the high school kids is going to be awesome. I just found out about this a couple days ago, and had to email my boss letting him know I would only be able to work a couple of more days.
That's right...I emailed him.
I show up to work last night, and he pulls me out back. Apparently, he is less than thrilled. So, I was fired.
Fired two days before I was to quit. That's awesome.
So I leave for San Bernadino on Sunday, and begin my summer job. I'm seriously stoked about it, and will keep updating to let you know how it all goes.

Not much else to say, Oregon was a blast (as always). Nutrea heart attacks, Project I.S. inductions, and the "proper way to throw up the west side", in addition to weddings, catching gaurters, and realizing how out of shape we all are playing basketball.
Good times.
All Oregon buddies, I love and miss you all already and hope to be back soon (shooting for August).

Later