I spent the last few days playing counselor to a cabinful of unruly manchildren at a church camp. Most of it was fun, I didn't die of sunburn or big bites, and some of my friends went out too, which was all very well and good. It would have been nice if the boys had sat down and shut up after being asked to do so. You'd think constant repetition to that effect would have some sort of influence...Being more vociferous and less sedate than girls is a trademark of boys, but there's a time and place for that sort of thing. Also, this one girl I don't know kept telling my friend and I that we should be girlfriend and boyfriend. >_<

But all in all, it was a good time, blood-gushing head wounds and coconut thieves aside. Tomorrow my family is going to my grandparents' for the Fourth.

Also, I think I've been guilty of taking taking MOCing seriously too seriously. If someone want to build toamods, that's fine, and I shall not judge further.