Also, I played in the sun today.
Aaaaand, I'm fried.

When I woke up this morning, I was a nice shade of white, without tanlines.  And now I'm crispy and candy-caned.
Bummer.

My dreams will be the death of me.
I had a dream last night that I was dating Dermot Mulroney.
It started out with me being super young, like fifteen or something and him being younger as he was in My Best Friend's Wedding

And then my mom found out we were dating and she went ballistic because of the obvious age difference and made me feel really bad and told me that she would kick me out if I continued to date him.  So I talked to Dermot about it and was crying and blah blah and we broke up.
The next thing I know I'm in my twenties and Dermot is calling me, wanting to get back together and I'm obviously like hells yeah.  At this point he's looking like this

In my opinion, even more attractive than when he was younger.  So my life is awesome and we spend a lot of time snuggling and being totally innocent and precious and in love and such.  And then he gives me a beautiful diamond ring, which I now realize meant that we got engaged.  And oh my was it beautiful.  So we're engaged and super happy but my parents decide to whisk me away to Philadelphia in the hopes that I'll forget about Dermot and realize I like being young and dump him.  In Philadelphia my family and I go out to eat and there's a misunderstanding and we accidentally steal food so they arrest us.

And the next thing I know I'm again without Dermot because he can't find me because my parents are hiding me so I won't see him.

I don't remember what happened after that but I remember returning to his mansion with him standing outside waving to my parents who dropped me off.  He was very cooperative with their crazy rules and limitations, but he told me that he wanted me to be young and live my life for a while without him, and he'd be there waiting for me when I returned.

But the next thing I know, when I'm coming back to him and I've aged a ton, like I'm thirty or something and he's looking more like this

but maybe even a tad older.  And I don't even care because I'm head over heels for this guy, seeing as how I spent the last fifteen years of my life in a relationship with him.  I hadn't seen him for a long time I guess but I can still clearly see him standing there waiting for me.  He was on the porch under the porch light smiling and it was dark and he was just so cute and I couldn't stop smiling.  And he hugged me and kissed me and we went inside, he started a fire in the fireplace, we cuddled up on the couch, and he put the engagement ring back on my finger.  He kissed my forehead and began reading a book of Robert Frost poems (specific, right?!) and then my alarm went off.

And I almost skipped church because I wanted to go back to the dream.  Back to Dermot.

Aaaaand this is where we get the issues.

I have these great dreams about men that I don't know and they simulate love so clearly that I wake up and feel empty, like I'm missing something.

So sad.

So naturally to cope with reality I'm watching The Wedding Date, featuring Dermot (of course) and Debra Messing, from Will & Grace.

Naturally.

Oh Dermot, I hope he visits me again in my dreams tonight.  Legit it was the cutest stinkin love story ever and it was all mine.

And it was all a freakin dream.

As much as I love camp so far, sometimes I just really need something familiar.  So I'm sitting in my room by myself watching Will & Grace.  It's difficult to relax with new people doing new things in a new place, so I'm making a point to do something familiar.  So, naturally, I turn to Will & Grace.
Also around 8pm tonight I decided I really wanted to see Kesha so I packed up my backpack and got in my car and went.  However, I totally underestimated my energy level and fifteen minutes into it I could barely focus on the road because it was so dark and I was getting so sleepy.
For those of you that aren't from this area, you should know that the roads are extremely dark and twisty.  So I keep driving and try playing music and I'm still getting even more tired and so finally I call my mom and start talking to her to stay awake but I just had this gut feeling that I should go home.  So I called Kesha and went home.
And here I am.  And I feel like it was the right decision except I'm super bummed because I really miss Kesha and some of my most favorite times are Kesha/Sarah times.  But alas, I will just have to plan better next time.
Oh man am I exhausted.  I'm off to bed, goodnight!

So it's not even 8 o clock and I'm in my pajamas and in bed.
So tired.  I'm going to sleep so well this summer because I'll be so exhausted by the end of the day.
Also, they are long.
Waking up today was nearly impossible.  My roommate, Melissa, and I woke up at the alarm at six thirty and literally reset it in five minutes increments till seven.  It was unbelievably difficult to wake up and I almost fell asleep during the morning prayer/worship time.
I'm going to sleep so well this summer.
As for now, Melissa and I are going to watch a chick flick and get some sleep.
I'm literally giddy at the thought of sleep, so excited.
This is going to be a great summer.

I had a great day.
Thank.  The.  Lord.
We played ice breaker fun games all day (my favorite) and everyone here, literally everyone is really friendly.  Also, it thunderstormed for about an hour while we were playing in the woods, which of course made it better.  And then we were done and I went to the gym and took a shower and oh it has never felt so good to be clean.
So yes, I love it.  It's only day one and I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I love it.
So blah blah blah friends you were right, it looks like I'm gonna have a great summer after all.

Airports hate me.
I was really proud of myself because I packed up my life into one single suitcase all ready to go for this morning.  However I couldn't sleep last night because I kept having nightmares that my suitcase broke in the middle of the airport and I missed my flight.  So, I woke up this morning and started panicking because my suitcase was packed and could have easily broken, which resulted in my mom paying for me to take a second suitcase, which I grab and run out to door to pack at my dad's office.  So we get to his office (the airport is ten minutes from his office and his office is an hour from my house, so I went to work with him) and repack my suitcases so they both look safe.  I then get dropped off at the airport and after waiting in line the man says my suitcase is too heavy and I have to rearrange it to make it lighter.  So I'm sitting in the middle of the airport on the floor unpacking and re-packing my two suitcases to make the big one lighter.
I ended up transferring ten pounds of crap into the little suitcase so that was good and then I went through security.
And after going through the scanner, it starts beeping and lighting up and I look down and realize that the cargo pants I'm wearing are adorned with various metal hooks and loops.  Oops.
So I got my first ever airport pat down.  And then I got on the plane and now I'm here at adventure camp. And I'm exhausted.  I've been up since five and I only had four hours of sleep and today has been the longest day.
I have a meeting in twenty minutes where I will hopefully learn about what I'm doing with my life this summer.  I'll update you later!
So far so good.

Well, here we are.  My last night in New Jersey.  Yesterday I was feeling really good about this summer and thinking I can totally do this, and now I'm panicking.
I don't want to leave.  It just seems so wrong to leave my house where I'm happy and comfortable to a place where I don't know anyone and I'm a total outsider.
I've had the best break.  From mini golf to Sunday Fundays to Baptisms to movie nights to dinner dates, it's been the best.

Precious.  I had the best time with my friends and my family and ugh don't make me go back!

Six am tomorrow I leave, probably kicking and screaming.

Ugh.  Positive thinking.

From the words of Laura, it's gonna be great.