Short, but good.

All I have to say at the moment is...

I seriously love my church camp.

I'm kinda sunburned...

I went out to the lake today with my cousin. She's freakin awesome, but I never really have just hung out with her before, considering she usually works and is quite a bit older than I am. I got a little bit sunburned, but oh well. It'll go away soon. I got lots more freckles, too. I like them.

I really really really like rainbow sherbet. I've eaten enough for like eight people today. I guess it's my substitute for popsicles. I eat those objects of frozen yumminess like there's no tomorrow. That's probably what I'd consider my favorite food.

I'm leaving Oklahoma to come back home tomorrow. I'm ready to be home, I guess. Well, I'm ready to be not here (because there's like nothing to do), but maybe I'm not really ready to be home. Oh well. It'll be just me and my dad for a couple days, that should be fun. Mom will get back Sunday. Yippee skippee.

I'm really tired and being random and I think I'm done with this completely pointless post now...

Countdown time!

So like four days till Harry Potter and the Halfblood Prince... wow, I am sooo stoked for that!!! My mom decided she was going to buy it for me, even though she doesn't particularly like my reading them. The kicker is... I have to have Les Miserables completely read before I get it!!!!!!!!!!! So I better be reading up on that beast. Just kidding, it's actually very very good, and I like it a lot. It's just that I would rather be online or play some old school Super Nintendo than read that at the moment, seeing as it's not yet the second week of August (pssh, who procrastinates? Not me, honest... dang it.).

So like 32 days till my Stephen and Joy get married! I think I might be even more excited for that than I am for Harry Potter... and that's saying something! The only bad thing about that is that my mom decided we're going as a family and it will be like a family vacation... again. I was like, "MOM! We already had one of those! Why don't you trust me to go there with some of my friends or something?" And she just said something along the lines of, "Because I don't want you driving distances like that until I absolutely have to let you." Whatever. I'm a good driver. And it would be way more fun if I got to make it a road trip with my friends. But noooooooooo. Mom had to go and burst my happy little bubble. Oh well. I guess I should just be glad I'm going. Any one wanna come with me to that, by the way? That way, I won't be stuck with just my family the whole weekend?

So like a little more than 32 days till school starts (I'm not exactly sure what day it is). What's even crazier than my maybe being more excited for the wedding than HP coming out is that I'm actually ready for school to start! I do not know what is wrong with me... but I want to go back to school really badly! I guess just because it's my senior year (woot woot-ah! haha, aww I miss Sarah...) and I'm almost done with those thirteen long years at that wretched school and I get to kinda be in charge!!! Little freshmen, beware... haha, just kidding! But seriously, this better be like the best year ever... and I intend to do everything in my power to make it that way! Haha... watch me not graduate. That would be a laugh.

Oh, and then like four months till Goblet of Fire is in theaters... that better be good, or I will murder some people. Seriously.

Alrighty, time to read...

(OH YEAH! Happy birthday to my daddy!)

Have you ever really thought about how much we all take memories for granted until they are taken away from us? When I was spending time with my family today, that was a very prominent thought in my mind. My uncle's mom (I guess that would make her my great-aunt) has Alzheimer's. She isn't too far along, but far enough to where she can't remember even what she had done earlier that day. Before we were going to eat dinner, she was standing there, talking to her husband about when they got there. She thought they had just arrived, but they had been there since Saturday. She thought they had just come from Arkansas, but who knows when they really were there. She knew our faces and that we were in the family, but she couldn't remember our names. She asked us each multiple times. And she didn't even really believe us when we told her who I was. She was like, "No, no... Emily is this big!" and held her hand down by her hips. Her husband was like, "No, that really is Emily... she's grown up now." But she refused to believe it. A few minutes later, she asked me again who I was. I told her, and she just said, "No... oh, I'm terribly confused..." And went and sat down. I really didn't know how to feel. I mean, there I was, young and able to remember things from who knows how long ago... and she couldn't even remember me being older than six. And that poor old woman... later this evening, she just went and sat in her car. She had to get away from all the people, all the confusion, and everything that was so overwhelming. It made me really think about how much I really take the ability to remember things for granted. Seriously, who really thinks about that on a daily basis? Like, "Wow, I can remember things, and I sure am glad for it!" I don't think many of us just randomly think that. But maybe we should. Because once it's gone, it's gone. And without our memories, life just isn't the same.