Completely Valid Excuses

Ok fine, fine, someone say “I told you so.” We all knew I would kinda, sort of, a little bit, give up, slash forget about the fact that I was writing (well attempting to write) this blog thingy. But as is quite clear from the absolutely non-contradictory title of this “post””, I may have slacked off a bit but my reasons are completely valid.

  1. There are a LOT of things that just HAVE to be watched on Netflix, and I can’t just let Netflix down can I?
  2. My brain is most likely broken and therefore not only have I lot the ability to write, but I also have been just flat out forgetting words/how to speak English. So brokn brain = check.
  3. In a fight between writing things and lying in my bed, my bed wins every time.

As you can see, these are all really excellent reasons as to why I have disappeared into the shadows of my lair. But today I had this random urge to just write something! Weird. And then I came up with a few ideas but of course did I follow through with any of those. No. My bad. So instead, here are pictures of things that have happened since I last wrote anything here. (You may notice that the majority of the things have to do with otters…..#storyofmylife)


Cheers to my Alpha Chi Sisters at Mrs. Magner’s Wedding!!


They are not my actual children. Although it does look shockingly a lot like they could be……


IMG_4149 otter bff #1 in Portland


super excited about otter bff #2


Haystack Rock in Oregon


oh and then I went to LA


best art ever 😀



Fitness Funk…..

I’ve always said this blog has no theme, which is very clearly true if you look at anything I’ve ever written on here. However, a theme in my life for the past several years (with particular emphasis on the last year and a half) has been getting healthy. And I need some advice so this is what is happening today.

I was always an active child, I played sports, did outdoorsy things whatever. In college I did my best to keep it up and went to the gym as often as I could and participated in intramurals. So that was ok for a while, but I found that without some form of outside structure (like being a part of a team) I constantly was having to FORCE myself to get off my couch. Being active wasn’t fun anymore. And so my senior year of college I just stopped going to the gym because I told myself it was too hard. That combined with my complete inability to cook lead to a lot of take-out and a lot of lazy. I thought that was ok, but I wasn’t happy. I can’t look at my graduation pictures without cringing because I just was so unhealthy and unhappy.

Image  Image

(please ignore the poor image qaulity and the fact that the black dress is way way too short!!! boo)

So I’ve been trying to change that! FINALLY last October I joined a gym, got a personal trainer, and decided to get serious about being healthy. As much as I would love to eat ice cream all day everyday, that probably isn’t the smartest decision. Since then it’s been really hard, I will not sugarcoat that at all. When I first get back to the gym I’m all motivated and excited and it feels great, but I have now reached the 6 month mark and I’m #overit again. I’ve tried taking new classes, joining a rec soccer team, going on walks in interesting places, but I’ve lost my motivation again. Even on the most beautiful day sometimes I’ll just sit inside instead of going for a quick walk, even though I know for a fact that I always feel better after exercise and eating well. I know that losing motivation to get healthy is fairly common, and I’m wondering if anyone has any out of the box suggestions to get me going again???!?!!? What can I do to make the “healthy lifestyle” more exciting so that I start doing all those good things again? Thoughts? Criticisms? Motivational Speeches? A VISIT FROM BOB HARPER AND JILLIAN MICHAELS AND DOLVETT QUINCE PERHAPS? (pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease) haha


Hope y’all are enjoying some beautiful weather!

2013: A Very Brief Review

It’s New Years Eve Day. Somehow. I don’t entirely understand how it came to be the end of 2013 but here we are and now I get to spend the next several weeks/months incorrectly writing the date on everything I do. Hooray! I am going to take a look back at 2013 and try and share some of the biggest events of the year. Trust me, they are all super exciting and thrilling and are probably mostly about books.

January: minor stop in the ER in NYC but it was totally cool because I was placed next to this famous dying lady and her whole famous family was there. Sadly, I don’t recall her last name. Also not entirely sure if she died. If not, Cheers to you Anita!


This is clearly after I had received the morphine….

February: Birthday! After a terrible string of birthdays, this one was pretty awesome thanks to some pretty awesome friends. And I got a giant teacup of hard cider which was pretty sweet.


Birthday! Allison was probably more drunk than I was….. haha

March: Ended up back where I had started the year…booo, also Spring Break For- everrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

April: Went to Rose Rock with some lovely ladies which was fun because it involved Free Stuff + Music + Sitting Outside in the sun + more free stuff!


FREE PHOTOBOOTH?!? I really really love free stuff…..

May: Finally released from Algonquin :-P, My dear friend Sarah FINALLY got engaged, discovered the deliciousness that is Crabbie’s Ginger Beer and attempted to be artistic and paint my own pair of Toms.


this was clearly prior to the start of my attempt at creativity…. minor(/major) fail.

June: Pretended I could run a 5K (note the use of the word pretended…..)


I was also pretending to be really hardcore…. also I still have fairly substantial eyebrows at this point… interesting….

…..and saw some beautiful people get married 🙂


I really liked these 🙂 so cute!!!

July: Went to Atlanta and spent like 2 hours crying at the otters at the Georgia Aquarium, and was also asked to leave on account of the fact that they were closing for the night. Rough times.

August: Got a chance to relive college in a little bit and go back to CAMP KESEM!!!!!! Although this time in Michigan! (cold).


Not only did I get to be Luna again, but I convinced many small Children I ACTUALLY went to Hogwarts. And I had this particular very exciting day where my t-shirt matched my hair bow perfectly.

September: Somehow acquired Mono. A mystery still to this day. Also no one believed me on that one for a while, so that was pretty cool…..

October: Oktoberfest, I was tricked into going to a Football game, Got really angry at a 10 year old because they write better than I do, and Halloween…..


ok to be fair…. this picture was TECHNICALLY in November, but like it was like 2 days in so basically still Oct./Halloween

November: Randomly went TO CHURCH for the first time in, oh I don’t know, 12-15 years? Totally not awkward. And spent roughly 30 hours in the car in two days with my mother on what was possibly the absolute worst car trip of my entire life. Also the only time that I was IN Richmond but did not care at all about being there.

December: ALL CHRISTMAS ALL THE TIME. Sketchily went to the Children’s section of the library and requested one, just ONE SINGULAR ticket to an afternoon Children’s puppet show (didn’t feel creepy at all), Tried to steal some adorable African Children even though they specifically said they weren’t up for adoption 😦 That was sad.


Ok seriously, they were so cute. I wanted them. There were like 4 in particular I was trying to figure out how to somehow take home with me…..

And that was 2013! Let’s see what you’ve got 2014….

Happy New Year Everyone! Be safe tonight!!!

This is a REAL LIFE goal of mine

So it’s no secret I LOVE free stuff. I don’t even care what it is, if it’s free I’ll take it I don’t care.

And every so often I go through a period of OBSESSIVELY entering as many giveaways as possible in the hopes that MAYBE I’ll win something (FREE!)

Because, true life: My real goal in all of life is to WIN something.

I’m not even a little bit joking.

The only thing I have ever won in my entire life was when I was about 9 years old. It was parents night at Heldeberg Workshp, and if you happened to go there, you may remember that there was always a raffle on parents night. And one year, I became obsessed with (of all things), a walking stick. I HAD to have it. It was beautiful, hand carved, apparently really necessary in my life and I wanted to win it so badly. I begged and pleaded for tickets to entire the raffle and my mom maybe bought me like 5 or something and I put all my hopes and dreams in those 5 tickets and waited to feel the excitement of holding the walking stick in my hand, triumphant.

Well, do to some luck, probably the fact that not very many people had entered the raffle, and the prayers of an innocent young blonde with an unfortunate set of bangs, I WON that walking stick. It was the proudest and most excited I had ever been. I walkled around with it for days, before I decided I was scared I would ruin it and so I put it in a place of honor in my room, where it has since stayed.

Since that day, the day of the walking stick, I have been hunting, searching, and waiting to experience the pure joy of winning something again. So I spend many hours of my life, doing all the necessary things to enter as many contests or giveaways as possible. That potentially may be the reason I receive so many strange emails that I don’t know why I’m receiving…. hmmm lightbulb moment there. But to no avail. Not since I was 9 have I experienced a win. I mean by law of averages you would think that by NOW something would have happened. But, unfortunately no luck.

I have no idea why it is so important for me to win something. Maybe because I never really like got any awards as a child and my inner freudian child is angry and wants to get an “award” (although, I DID come in first place in a Pumpkin Carving contest in like 5th grade, of which I am still extremely proud but did not receive a physical trophy…..). I did not grow up in the days of the “participation trophy” and so my trophy shelves remain empty and covered in dust. But maybe, just maybe, if I could win something, just once, I would feel like one of those terrible children on “Toddlers and Tiaras” and get to show off my trophy to everyone. (except they get like crowns and puppies which like isn’t even fair but don’t get me started….)


This is an example of something that I didn’t win. Although this is also something I never attempted to win…. but still. It counts.

One week until Christmas! Done shopping yet? I thought I was in my head where everything has been done months ago but then when I ACTUALLY said out loud what I had actually physically gotten, I realized I have done nothing. WHOOPS. Better get shoppin!

American car horns beep in the tone of F… just so you know.

Well my day today started off with a wooden block being thrown at my head, about 45 minutes of screaming/crying (and that was just me! haha), and spilling my entire water bottle all over the kids toys and making them really upset because I had “ruined everything.” And then I was told I was fired for 100 weeks. So, good start :-).

So remember how I was stuck in a rut? Well, I’m now in a slightly different rut. I for some reason am having a complete and devastating lack of anything original or any ideas or anything at all to say. And why say something if it means nothing? So hence, I haven’t been writing at all recently. Not at all.

And then yesterday, someone told me that they wanted me to “write my memoir.” And I was told that maybe I should for 30 minutes each day just work on this “memoir.” My immediate reaction was, uhhhh no. My life is really boring and how could I possibly have anything to say that would be worthy of a memoir? And then I had a momentary crisis where I realized I didn’t actually know what the technical difference was between a memoir and an autobiography and that turned into like 3 hours of researching the differences which led to somehow online shopping and then watching the CLASSIC “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” starring one JTT and Jessica Biel, in a ridiculous situation of trying to get home for Christmas. It was the first time I had watched it since when it had first come out, and WOW you realize how terrible things are that once seemed so amazing.


ahhhh my school girl crush at his finest…. Although are we really supposed to believe THAT KID is in college? No, you look 13.

Anyway, despite the super excellence of that movie I realized that this “writers block” or lack of original thoughts and ideas is actually more of a constant problem of mine and less of a phase. I have thoughts, ideas, sometimes unreasonably extravagant ideas, just like anyone else. But I don’t really ever notice them. I don’t notice the things that I’m thinking about. I don’t notice a lot of things! I am way too much inside myself to notice a thing! So that’s the current goal, just to notice. Technically, “be more mindful”, which is something I’ve only been hearing practically every single day for the past 3 years, but apparently seems finally necessary now.

I leave with a favorite quote of mine from my absolute favorite comic, “Calvin and Hobbes.”

Calvin: “If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”

Think about it. 🙂

❤ Kelly

Basically I’m A Ninja with Useless Super Powers.

I am not a very memorable person, I know that. I don’t have any distinctive features, I’m fairly average, nothing to write home about. So I can understand it when people don’t remember who I am. It happens all the time! When asked recently what people first notice about me I put proudly that “They don’t. I seem to appear out of nowhere most of the time as I am stealthy and quite and fairly successful at chameleon skills.” (fact).


Tragic. But true.

This wouldn’t be a big deal at all but if it weren’t for my super powers of facial memory. I have like the exact opposite of prosopagnosia. Is that a condition? I don’t remember if prosopagnosia has a real diagnosable opposite. Well if it does I have that. For whatever reason I am really good at remembering faces. Names, not so much. Tell me your name for the first time and by the time you have finished saying it I’ve already forgotten. But I recognize faces. It would be nice if this super memory power could be put to use in a more productive fashion but what can ya do.  I also do have supersonic powers of hearing. Someone find a way to combine those things and come up with a really excellent specialized job I can do.

So yeah back to the memory thing. The reason I bring this up is that ALL the time I see people that I recognize. All the time. 95% of the time, I assume that they don’t remember who I am or don’t recognize me at all so I don’t say anything. I always look and smile and then kind of telepathically tell them “Hey, the ball’s in your court now.” And usually that’s where things end.  But recently I’ve seen people, like a family I babysat for a million years ago, an old teacher, someone I met once at an event and we really hit it off and then they were gone. And I don’t really know what the protocol is. Should I be saying “Hi” to these people? Or should I continue to just awkwardly smile and wait for them to leave so that I can go back to being invisible? I really don’t know! Because I know that if someone catches me off guard I’m always all flustered and sound like an idiot, and I don’t want to put anyone in that position. But then do people think I’m being rude by not saying anything? How do you handle this? Basically, how would a normal, functioning adult react in this situation?  Because I don’t want to be rude, but I REALLY don’t want it to be awkward when they are like “Ummmmmm I have no idea who you are but I’m going to pretend to know who you are so you don’t feel like a huge idiot for a little while.”


This is how I assume most people internally look when they see me and have no idea who the heck I am…..

What are our thoughts on this? I’m starting to lose sleep over this. (not true)

And since my track record is super awesome lately let’s just go ahead and say Happy Thanksgiving! And Happy Hanukah, which for like the first time ever starts on Thanksgiving! Weirddddd. Hopefully I can pull myself together and write at least something before Christmas, so none of that nonsense yet. 🙂

AND FINALLY!!!!!!! A very special and belated birthday to my dear EMILY who is finally 24 as of yesterday :-).

Aren't my friends pretty? <3

Aren’t my friends pretty? ❤ HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM!!!!!!!

That’s all. Enjoy being cold today people. Unless you live somewhere where it is not like 18 degrees.

Stuck in a Rut

So it appears that I seem to be stuck in a rut.


See that, I’m in that car.

And a pretty large one at that…..And it is in every part of my life! I clearly have not updated this in 1000 million years. My health and fitness “progress?” seems to have stalled if not backslid a bit. Job prospects, not looking good. Especially after my last interview! THAT was awful. I don’t really know what it is exactly that I WANT to do. And so, for some reason, I can’t find the motivation to do something to change all that.

The thing is, I know what I need to do to get out of some of these ruts. But I can’t for some reason. But in other cases, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! And I’m wedged in pretty tight, so what would you do to get out of a complete “life rut” for lack of an actual term? Or what can I do to get myself motivated?! I would appreciate any suggestions. Cause in addition to the whole stuck in a hole thing it does appear that I have lost roughly 1/3 of any intelligence I may have had at some point. I am definitely getting dumber…. rough times people.

WELP lets not make this ALL depressing and about my sad sad existence. haha Today is Veteran’s Day (which people should really remember everyday) so a huge ‘Thank You’ to all those who have served, are serving, and will serve.


Hello Brother. This is what you look like from the back.

And here are some fun facts/discoveries/random things that I have acquired recently.

  1. Did you know that only 2% of the ENTIRE WORLDS POPULATION is naturally a redhead? I just find that randomly interesting.
  2. Trader Joe’s sells GREETING CARDS????? And they are awesome! and I may have gotten like 9 of them….I’m stocking up on cards these days. I like having them on hand because I LOVE sending people mail sooo now its easier because I have so many cards to choose from right from my room!
  3. Oh my god, over the weekend I completely made over my bookcase. Because of every single book sale in a 50 mile radius I have come to possess more books than I could ever imagine. This has made for a very large problem with storage. So until this weekend, I just had bags and bags of books piling up in front of the bookcase and it was disastrous. But I took charge and put all my books on the floor (except my Top Shelf books obviously, I knew those wouldn’t change) and picked the books most worthy of placement on the shelf. And then I alphabetized them as is necessary on my bookcase, and I put the rest of the books under my bed so that I can still see the titles so that I do have easy access. Anyway, it was a really proud moment for the gigantic nerd in me.
  4. Kangaroos can’t jump backward!
  5. I have forgotten every single thing that has happened in the past like 10 weeks all of the sudden and I don’t have really anything interesting to say because my life is way boring.

Is my school not SO BEAUTIFUL! I miss that place….

Adios Kiddos! Help me get out of the cement I seem to be stuck in!!!!

Just Another Week…

So today is start of another week. This week though, IS a bit different. I mean it is Columbus day first of all sooo yayyy Three Day Weekend! But today, is also the start of OCD Awareness Week.

So for anyone who didn’t know, or like always kind of thought it but I never talk about it so everyone is confused… I do suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I have my entire life, starting at around 6 but it became a serious problem when I was 8.

Until two years ago, I just lived with it. It was horrible. I was constantly afraid, I missed so many opportunities because “I wasn’t allowed to”, and I felt crazy. Because no one had ever talked to me about OCD, or anxiety, or depression. All I knew, was what I had researched online. But I felt that it wasn’t an acceptable thing to talk about. So I didn’t.

In the past two years, I have met so many amazing people. People who struggle from OCD, people who help treat OCD, and people who are really trying to make aware of how awful it is to REALLY have OCD.

I’m at a place now, where I can say to practically anyone, “Yeah I have OCD.” Chances are, they will have no idea what I mean or think of me as some stereotype. But still, I have realized that it is ok to say that. I shouldn’t have to be ashamed that my brain just doesn’t work the same as everyone else’s. I’m still not really comfortable talking about it with most people, because I know it just won’t make any sense to them. But we are taking baby steps here :-).

Even though this is, “just another week” for most people, it’s really important to me. So have a great week everyone! And if you have an extra 5 minutes, maybe check out or check out this AWESOME project that I’m dying to see the finished product  Or just take 1 minute and remind yourself, that OCD is not joke that people make it out to be.


Ahhh ERP… everyone’s favorite

And NOW as I just found out (see reblogged post ABOVE) I’m a finalist in the IOCDF contest they had for this week so MAYBE you should vote for “A Search for A Self and Myself” because someone kinda cool wrote it and I mean… it’s alright… 😛

Lasagna is the Reason I Have Trust Issues

Ok so it all started with an innocent day at work.

Basically so for the past couple weeks I’ve had mono. I’m telling you, its just super fun. I love not eating solid food or being able to be awake for more than like 3 hours, and not being able to talk and the feeling of knives stabbing the inside of my throat. All super great. So fun. haha I just think it is weird that I like somehow survived high school and college, never really ever got sick and I feel like thats generally when people get mono and then I like have no contact with the human world for a while and somehow get mono. I’m pretty sure I got it from my dog, cause that’s the only man I’m kissin! 😛

Anyway so for a while I was living pretty much exclusively on ice, popsicles, chicken broth, really really thin smoothies because not only did my throat basically completely close up I also weirdly wasn’t able to open my mouth? That’s not a thing. Who am I? But yeah so after a few days, I have to say, you kind of go a little bit nuts because I just wanted to like, chew on something. It was weird. Whatever. After a while my mom decided that it was time to try and incorporate some solid food. So she told me in the morning that she was going to make lasagna for dinner because she thought that might be fairly easy for me to handle. Cool. Fine by me. I like lasagna. No problem.

So quick backstory, my mom is a pretty good cook. I guess I was lucky. She has always really really enjoyed cooking which is truly beyond me because I am on the exact opposite end of that spectrum. And like for pasta and stuff she always makes homemade sauce and I’ve always liked it. Every so often she tries new recipes like every other person, whatever. I usually like it. But a couple of years ago she made this new pasta meat sauce. And I liked it, but like, my first thought when I had it was “I think there is pork in this.” More backstory, I don’t eat pork. Sometimes if I’m bored I lie and say its for some reason but its not. I just honestly don’t like any pork products. Even bacon guys. True story. So yes, I had this thought that there was pork in this new sauce, but I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet because I thought, my own mother, would have the DECENCY to at least TELL me that there was pork in this new creation. But we all ate our pasta in silence.

Fast forward to the day of this lasagna. So my mom made the lasagna, it was like 7:00 I was exhausted because like that was late for me I was usually in bed by then. I may have been a bit ornery. I get my piece of lasagna and cut of possibly the smallest piece of a noodle ever and successfully ate it. However, on that day, I was sick of all the secrecy. Despite my ill taste buds, I could still taste that pork in the sauce. So I stood up and said something. (IMPORTANT INFO REGARDING THE FOLLOWING THE CONVERSATION: Mono had stripped me of my vocal chords and so I was literally talking maybe as loud as a whisper? And also my brother said even then I sounded like I had been deaf my whole life. So not a great voice for debate)

Me: “Mom, just tell me the truth. Is there pork in this?”

Mom: Nervously laughs and looks at my dad

Me: “I feel like I have been lied to for far to long! Just tell me!”

Dad: “I think its just beef” (ummm what on earth do you know dad? you never have made an actual meal in your life)

Mom: “Well, I don’t know, I use beef…”

Me: “Yes…. and…”

Mom: “Yes, there is A LITTLE pork in it, but its just a little and I don’t use it all the time and etc etc etc (trying to get out of this)”


Mom: “Yes, and look, you didn’t die!”

Me: “Irrelevant”


This is not actually the day of the incident. You can tell because I look like a living person and because in actuality there would have been much angry in the eyes.

So the moral of this story is that I spent the rest of my time at dinner picking out every single piece of pork I saw and politely pointing it out to my parents and felt forever betrayed.

*Also I realize I never explained how this all started with an innocent day at work, but I have decided NOT to explain this. I don’t know why. Actually yes I do, I’m still too upset about the pork incident.

I’m actually getting really mad right now because I can’t think of a witty title or any title that isn’t super cliche and now my life is ruined.

Ok… so lets try and see if I will actually be able to write a real post today. I mean, sounds hard so I’m not quite sure yet.

**Amendment – if you actually chose to read this I really apologize in advance because your eyeballs are probably going to start bleeding at some point because for some reason I made this like my senior thesis or something. I’m cool.

So for anyone who knew me in college, you may remember that I was somewhat involved in this little operation for like all of college. Camp Kesem ring any bells for anyone? I mean I probably at some point forced you to buy like 5 pig roast “toothpick holders” or go to Cheeburger Cheeburger for a profit share. Ok so maybe I was more than somewhat involved, I mean whatever, maybe it took over my entire life for a while, no big deal.

In all honesty though Kesem was a really important part of my college experience. And yeah, we ALL worked really hard. And maybe there were some really late night venting sessions or breaking into churches late at night to make copies for free. I said MAYBE guys. And yeah, ok, so Flo Rida was kind of a diva and casually arrived roughly 6 hours late. So yeah, it was stressful. And a lot of work. But for that one week of camp, the week before school started in August. None of that crap mattered. Because seeing every one of those kids and the families was so worth it. True, camp never necessarily ran completely according to plan and nothing was perfect, and yeah I did momentarily lose it sometimes when a certain camper would talk for hours about how unfair it was that she didn’t have her homemade monofin with her at camp. Or my first year when a small child decided it was a good idea to try and cut her feet off in a air vent. (For the record, she didn’t, we intervened… None of that nonsense on my watch!) But truly honestly it did not matter at all. It didn’t matter that we were running on Redbull and singing Tarzan until we lost our voices. Because giving kids the chance to just be kids, and not worry about the scary “C” word that had brought them all there.

So obviously when I graduated college, I really felt like a part of me had been lost. I wanted to still be involved but I didn’t really know how since there aren’t any camps in my area at all. I had thought about being a Camp Advisor before but at that point in my life I was in no way capable of doing that. I actually remember that summer, the year after I graduated, feeling so upset and lost and angry the day that camp started. I wanted to be there!!! Because apparently the world just can’t go on without me? Get it together Kelly.

So whatever, that was sad. Eventually I had bigger problems to deal with and so I wasn’t so obsessed with what CKUR was doing. Still in the back of my mind though I was thinking about being a camp advisor. So in a moment of pure insanity I applied. Just because, I mean really why not? Worst they can do is say no. Short story, I got a position as an advisor for a camp in Michigan which I was pretty excited about because I have never been to the midwest and like for some reason there are a plethora of “Come Visit Michigan” commercials on TV and they made it look so beautiful even though I was fairly confused as to why they needed to advertise to us so much.

Immediately after I was so incredibly excited and like “OMG IM GOING BACK TO CAMP BEST DAY EVER” things quickly shifted to the classic Gob quote from Arrested Development, “I’ve made a huge mistake.” But even though I would have classified myself in the absolutely terrified category, I was still excited. Because I remembered how like somehow when those kids are there, nothing else matters.

So I flew to Michigan. Learned many things on the way… for instance, Chicago is like 5 minutes away. I had no idea. But I’m not great with geography, no offense to my fifth grade social studies teacher but that Pigskin geography stuff didn’t seem to stick with me. I found out that apparently, ok fine this is more conjecture, that the airport I flew into was probably someone who had a large backyard and in like 1974 was like, yeah. I’ll let planes land here. I’ll just mention that when I flew back home from that airport, at like 10am I was the first person in the airport that didn’t work there. I had to actually like call someone over from their conversation and tell them I wanted to go through security now so could, like, maybe someone let me do that? And finally, an hour before my plane was scheduled to leave that day, I kid you not, I was LITERALLY the ONLY person at the gate. At one point I was fairly sure I was going to get murdered. But I mean obviously that all worked itself out so its totally fine. Everyone else apparently just were smarter than me and knew that like no one ever is airport and came at the last possible second. Well now I know.

Anyway so yeah got to camp. The kids weren’t coming for a couple days as we finished up training. And I have to say, at first things were not at all even a little bit close to my fairytale fantasy land that I envisioned. Times were tough man. But it was pretty! The commercials didn’t lie! But then the kids came. Which was awesome. Time for camp mode, which means camp names and all. Surprise surprise my camp name is Luna so I spent the next week convincing most of the younger campers that I was the real Luna Lovegood and that Harry Potter was my best friend and that yeah, I was a Hogwarts alum. So that kind of made me really happy because that’s like my dream life anyway haha. such a nerrrrrddddd oh my god. All the campers were so great, they were adorable and funny and talented and super loved all the songs and were so amazing. I mean we did have the incident with the child confronting me about my lack of eyebrows and that was a sad time in my life, but it was ok. Even though I didn’t know these kids, I didn’t know their stories. I didn’t know who was related to who and what their family situations were. And that was kind of weird, but also kind of cool. By the end of the week, it was weird but like I actually was upset that I wasn’t going to be able to follow up with these kids, see them at reunions or next year at camp. Crazy how that can happen in such a short period of time. The point to literally the longest thing I’ve ever written post college is that going back to camp was one of the hardest things I ever did, but also something I can never regret. It completely reaffirmed that I want to work with kids and families, that I will actually survive uncomfortable and terrifying situations, and that I really need to get back to volunteering more. Because I love it so much. And you can see how much the smallest thing can be so important to someone else.


Other truly random things I discovered whilst on my journey:

1. Someone really should have given me a heads up that Michigan is actually the coldest place on this earth. Like it was 40 degrees in the morning. Really glad I didn’t bring any pants or sweatshirts or anything warm at all.

2. There is this magical place in Michigan that is like a Target but apparently better? And they like love it. I was kind of sad I never got to go to one. They have everything! All I know for fact is that their brand of fake oreos were pretty darn amazing.

3. Apparently there is a sport/game/something called Gaga Ball. Is this like a real thing to other people? I mean it looked fun and everything but I have NEVER in my life heard of that. So is that a thing? Anyone?

4. I am still not entirely sure what timezone I was in the entire time I was there. Like I thought the whole time I was that I was an hour behind, on Central time because Chicago is and Michigan is further away than Chicago. So I thought that’s just how things were. But then, there were these questionable time things that like didn’t feel possible if they were an hour behind. And then when I got picked up, my parents were like we were so confused when you texted us at 2 because we thought you were an hour behind. And I was like… was I not? So I really don’t know what the heck the situation is. And I need to look it up but I keep forgetting. Or if someone could just tell me is Michigan an hour behind or not? Because I feel kind of like I was maybe in some sort of weird time warp type situation.

Literally longest thing ever written. My bad. That was not my intention! I swear!