and so im back. from camp. it was a really amazing week, with God breaking down and then healing hearts back up again. now im chillin here with my coffee, thinking back to camp... listening to a rooster crow outside and the tap, tap, tap of the keyboard as i type & the black cat is over there on the bed giving herself a bath. its good to be home.
the crest view staff was awesome this year. ive been volunteering up there since '96 and they were the best staff ive ever seen, i think... open, honest and real... thank you.
i had weird dreams at camp. i think they came as a result of the tylonol PM. one night i dreamed that kurt cobain was my brother. he wasnt dead, he lived in the same house as me. he had this awesome bedroom that was like a garage converted into a room, so it was awesome. kurt was sort of a partier and he hadnt been home for about a week, so we were all wondering where the heck he was. one day i hear a knock on the door. it was open, but the screen door was shut. i hear a knock and then i hear a guy saying in a drunken voice, "where the hell is kurt? where is that guy? hellooooo? " i look over and dave grohl in standing out there. i said, "oh hey dave. come on in." becuase he was a family friend. you know, him and kurt were buddys. dave stumbled in and sat on the couch and i sat next to him and he was going on about kurt. and then he looked at me and he told me that kurt wasnt really my brother and that he had joined the navy. i was devestated becuase i always thought kurt was my brother and how could he just run off and join the navy like that? dave sat back on the couch and sighed. the last thing i remember was turning my head and looking at him and saying, "how are you dave?".
i also dreamed that i was spider man. i was running around in the orchards where i used to live and i had to save matt fabrizio (he was the lead counselar for the week, cool guy) from something or the other. as i was saving him we were speeding around the orchard together in a little cardboard go cart. after i saved him (i pushed him over a fence to safety) he changed back to how he used to look way back in the day (you see, right now he has this whole "stoner" look going on... dread lock, bob marley shirts, the whole get-up... after i saved him he went back to wearing bright blue hurley shirts and matching blue baseball caps...). after i saved him we hung out for a while in the orchard on the other side of the fence, the safe side of the fence. then i had to go back to save my family. i swept back to the giant house, but just as i was aproaching it, in the distance i heard yelling anf shouting. i stopped and looked at the house and saw men wearing black shouting at my family. then i saw them shoot my family and all the servants. i dropped down to the ground and my head and world were spinning all around me. then i woke up.
cRaZy.
sammy, the photo that you have on your xanga site right now is just awful. it made me cry. i miss you, i wanted to see you guys, but oh well. i hope you are having a lovely time here in california.
peace...
the crest view staff was awesome this year. ive been volunteering up there since '96 and they were the best staff ive ever seen, i think... open, honest and real... thank you.
i had weird dreams at camp. i think they came as a result of the tylonol PM. one night i dreamed that kurt cobain was my brother. he wasnt dead, he lived in the same house as me. he had this awesome bedroom that was like a garage converted into a room, so it was awesome. kurt was sort of a partier and he hadnt been home for about a week, so we were all wondering where the heck he was. one day i hear a knock on the door. it was open, but the screen door was shut. i hear a knock and then i hear a guy saying in a drunken voice, "where the hell is kurt? where is that guy? hellooooo? " i look over and dave grohl in standing out there. i said, "oh hey dave. come on in." becuase he was a family friend. you know, him and kurt were buddys. dave stumbled in and sat on the couch and i sat next to him and he was going on about kurt. and then he looked at me and he told me that kurt wasnt really my brother and that he had joined the navy. i was devestated becuase i always thought kurt was my brother and how could he just run off and join the navy like that? dave sat back on the couch and sighed. the last thing i remember was turning my head and looking at him and saying, "how are you dave?".
i also dreamed that i was spider man. i was running around in the orchards where i used to live and i had to save matt fabrizio (he was the lead counselar for the week, cool guy) from something or the other. as i was saving him we were speeding around the orchard together in a little cardboard go cart. after i saved him (i pushed him over a fence to safety) he changed back to how he used to look way back in the day (you see, right now he has this whole "stoner" look going on... dread lock, bob marley shirts, the whole get-up... after i saved him he went back to wearing bright blue hurley shirts and matching blue baseball caps...). after i saved him we hung out for a while in the orchard on the other side of the fence, the safe side of the fence. then i had to go back to save my family. i swept back to the giant house, but just as i was aproaching it, in the distance i heard yelling anf shouting. i stopped and looked at the house and saw men wearing black shouting at my family. then i saw them shoot my family and all the servants. i dropped down to the ground and my head and world were spinning all around me. then i woke up.
cRaZy.
sammy, the photo that you have on your xanga site right now is just awful. it made me cry. i miss you, i wanted to see you guys, but oh well. i hope you are having a lovely time here in california.
peace...
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