This is my second to last day here before Christian church camp.  I'm going to Thousand Pines in California.  It'll be fun and a lot of my friends are going, but without my music or my guitar or anything  I'm going to die.  Last year we went to Catalina Island.  That was awesome.  But when I came home at the end of last year, the next day (after nearly colapsing with joy in the shower because it was warm and I didn't have to bathe with four other girls) I flipped on the television just for a minute and I saw the Chef Boyardee comercial where the mother doesn't buy the ravioli but the can rolls all the way to the little girl anyway;  and I was bawling.  I don't cry easy, it's really hard, but I was just like a little baby, the comercial was so beautiful and so sweet and I hadn't seen tv in a week.  It was all so emotional that I was crying.  I couldn't watch anymore though, I was so used to not having it.

This summer won't be as great as last year I don't think because Katie's not going and Katie was the best tent mate ever.  And also because we're freshmen in the highschool group, we're not the 'big eigth-graders' like the end of last year.  But oh well, camp is always the best, but oh, how I miss my guitar!