Yeeeeeeeeeeeeep, you knew I was gonna

I have decided to battle my fatigue in an epic war and post on my epic and wondrous fairy tale of a blog.

Is the fatigue that evident?

I've been back from Maine (where I went with Corinne and her family) for a while now, and I've been back from camp for an even longer time. I don't remember I single thing I've done for the past... what, four weeks? Well, okay I remember some stuff.

I remember baby-blue tee shirts, weird teeth, cool hair, dirt paths, mustaches, shmen, Mario-impersonators, provocative dances, cheers, gravel, bleeding, a white boob, white elbows, pigtails, a corset, broom-twirling, clean toilets, dirty panties, chipmunks, and that's about it. That's what I remember from Camp Blue Bay, a.k.a. Girl Scout Camp, a.k.a. Hot Loser Chicks' Convention.

I mean, seriously. I got back from camp, and I go up to my brother, and I say, "Man, Steve, there are so many hot girls at CBB. You'd be in freaking HEAVEN."

Plucky plucky.

From Maine, I remember rocks, frogs, water, camera, spaghetti, delicious hot dogs, knee braces, a quad, moose torsos, moose poop, construction guys, rocks, abandoned houses, beer, snoring, trundlety, flat black things, leeches, and Mrs. Budweiser. And, no, you won't get an explanation for any of that.

I started bleeding today in Best Buy because I scratched a bug bite (a Maine momento) open, and I bled all over EVERYTHING, including my mom. Funnily enough, I didn't realize it until my mom noticed blood all over her arm. She dragged me to the bathroom, where she washed her arm and I washed mine, then she used a "young wives' trick" on it - put a tiny piece of toilet/tissue paper over the wound and it will stop the bleeding. Apparently she discovered this as a young woman after getting sloshed with her girlfriends in a pre-going-out scenario, and then shaving her legs and pretty much tearing them open.

I went to Latin dance lessons with Jess, Steve, and his friends Maggie and... and... Katie? Is that right? Nononono, of COURSE not. Good thing she probably won't read this, seeing as we only met today and it'd be kind of awkward if she knew about my life and I pretty much only knew she was wearing a blue skirt and she looked nice and thin in her white shirt.

Back to the dance, it was SO MUCH FUN!!!! The main instructor, Jose (accent-e), is the most awesome man ever to grace the face of this earth. He's incredible! I wonder if he's gay. He looked kind of gay, but he's also really sexy, so I don't know. He's so comfortable with the women, it makes me think he's gay, but then he'll flash a smile and he'll be totally seductive.

Well, anyway, the class had everybody, old and young, male and female, and I actually got a, "Nice, very nice," from Jose (accent-e) by the end of the lesson and a raised eyebrows and shocked expression from the other instructor... eh... I want to say Carmen? Maybe. But the point is, I sucked at the beginning, and I was good at the end. And it was SO MUCH FUN!!!

I want to DANCE with somebody and it was FUN and the old man was suprisingly GOOD and three of the guys SUCKEd and one was was kind of cute and YOUNG and Jose (accent-e) was SEXY and the other was my brother so I won't comment. Damn, that was really fun. I want to get Mike and Pat to come with Jess and I next time.

I think I'm going to a Latin concert on the 31st, so I can use my new skills. You know, guys like girls with skills. You know, like nunchuck skills... man, that was lame. I should be knifed in a dark alley by a woman in a black jumpsuit who leaped down from the top of the building with the black pieces of fabric she uses as wings flapping around her.

My life should be a movie. It'd be so freaking funny. I'd watch it.

Speaking, or writing, of movies, my brother went to seee "Snakes on a Plane" without me and I REALLY want to see it and he made me angry so now I'll watch the Transformers movie before him and I'll watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie before him so THERE.