Yup. Week 3 of camp was amazing! It was all high schoolers, and somehow I ended up with all the musicians. Four of them brough guitars, and I actually learned alot playing with them in our free time (I can now play an F chord). Mike (one of my campers) and I even wrote a song together. It has no name, you just name it after whichever girl you are playing it for at the time. Yes, it just might be the most romantic song ever written....by us.
This week, I also had a camper named Joseph Smith. He was crazy, and I still have these flashbacks of him running around in camo and his yellow banana. Joseph Smith was not a musician, but I do believe him to be a prophet.
I also came down with what I am sure is malaria. Along with symptoms of Ebola, Mono, and a loss of bone marrow. Brittany gave me some "medicine" that is probably the same thing the Indians took when they went on their spiritual journeys. She took me on a wild car ride down the mountain and back, as I slipped in and out of consciousness, waking to her picking flowers on the side of the mountain road (weird), washing her car, stopping for I have no idea what, and finally ending back at camp. Don't ever take medicine from Brittany. Ever.
Um...yeah. Great week, horrifically sick, but feeling much better today. The wide selection of breakfast foods (snickerdoodles and yogurt) is probably all that is keeping me alive. Next week is 260 junior highers.
I'll probably become addicted to Brittany's pills.
Later!
