Sick Week

Now that I’m back home and have recovered from some of the craziness that came with my week long escapade to the mountains, I’m ready to sit down and hammer out the blog.  When I first started blogging/rambling back whenever it began, I was all like “YA! lets do this, I’ve got so much cool…

And so it ends…

I did it.  I am a survivor.  2 months, 8 weeks, 40 days, 310 hours, 18600 minutes or however many seconds of summer camp counselling and I still stand.  There were definitely some rough patches over the course of the past couple months.  Some challenging characters and situations.  But all in all I’d say it…

Spring is the season

Spring is the season of new beginnings, growth, life and happiness.  Well, that’s the cliched version of what spring is for most normal people (correct me if I’m wrong).  For me spring is the time of horrendous allergies, running in ovular loops, late assignments and sun burns.  Okay, so that’s not the most positive way…