Dear Diary,
I am just wrapping up roughly the best 48 hours of my life. The few straggeler counselors and i who decided to stay over the break had a really good time. we had a campfire, went to archery, bought a lot of bulk food at thriftway, made dinner, put on temporary tattoos, and spike went crabbing. We decided that we could all live a cush life here for quite some time without campers.
Another thing that we did was think of camp last names for eachother. Snaps is already "snaps mcgee" We've also got, "wally mcpoison" "hobart kanobie" "big bird brown" "hibiscus von hilton" I'm "shamu odoyle" (from billy madison... odoyle rules!!) being here is definitely an ego-boost. I think that out of camp, people have standards of coolness that are somewhat eliminated here. You might come in here clippity clop on your high horse, but as soon as you find yourself maniacally singing the penguin song with a bunch of eleven year olds, you are somewhat humbled. It's not the real world here really, but i think that the real world has a few things it could learn from summer camp. For example- all humans love skipping rocks. And even though I spent the whole summer here being a mega-dork, i think that i will return to the real world infinitely cooler.
I'm learning another thing. I never considered myself a person who likes kids a whole lot, but after hanging out with so many for so long, i'm beginning to think that they are sort of awesome. perhaps you have to wait until you're not a kid anymore to begin to appreciate them... deep
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Little hellions=gone. i have never been so excited in my life, except for after they left last session. people complain about this job, but it's about to turn into kickin it fest 2005 at camp sealth for a full 48 hours.
g2g more later
love,
diana

Dear Diary,
The little hellions leave in less than 24 hours!!! I have so many plans for while they are gone. I have never been so excited to read, wash my laundry, sleep in and go out for dinner. and then after the next session is counselor canada trip 2005 which i already know is the best thing that is going to happen to me this summer.
For wail lunch today the theme was "run away to the circus" and i got to be a gypsy. I like that because i get to wear a badass sparkly headscarf that i haven't taken off yet. I think that i'm going to wear it more often.
The other couselors are all wearing fuzzy ears because it's part of this secret couselor game called gotcha. i was already "gotten" so i decided that i'm too cool for the game anyway. You can get "gotten" by not wearing your couselor tie, and i am protesting by wearing euro scarves instead.
Love,
Dian

Dear Diary,
Today Flipper and I are going to trick the children into thinking that we know how to lead a yoga class. it will be excellent. kids are so easy to fool, it's tempting to do it all the time. I'm wearing my "question authority" shirt today and one of my girls was like, "shamu i don't get your shirt..." I told her that she didn't have to get it. That could be a problem. yipee the heartbreakingly short break is over. again.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Today was "color wars" at beautiful camp sealth. Which means all the kids get split up onto teams of different colors and counselors lead them to victory in events such as a dutch auction and sink the counselor contest. Wally and I were leading team yellow. it was not difficult to get the kids to wear yellow considering the popularity of spongebob squarepants apparel and the fact that this years camp t shirt said color.
I am so tired i could die. Yesterday on my break i got to ride horses. This involved a lot of me singing the pony song which goes as follows, "shamu's riding on a pony riding on a big fat pony, shamu's riding on a pony...." et cetera. I'm sure i'm the first person in history to think to sing that song when i was actually on a pony? anyway, my horse was named furnace and was way bigger than all the other horses, and i got to "lope" (glorified horsie almost-running) remember the last scene in napolean dynamite where he shows up on a stallion to kips wedding? it was kinda like that. out of control.
Love,
Diana