Sit with me, in the lovely AC.

It is so hot here I cannot believe it. Everytime I leave a building my glasses fog up. This is CRAZY. We couldn't even play tennis today it was so bad. Seriously, uk! This sticky wet HOT weather is so weird. It's like we're in a jungle but minus the cool foliage and tigers and stuff. Plus there aren't any cool monkey kingdoms with treasure around. So that like, sucks.

It was a bead class night, and it went pretty well. Donna came, which was nice. We made a decent amount of money considering the size of the class, so that was cool. (Ha, "cool". Nothing is "cool" around here lately.) Oh, and Becky came too and she saw this necklace I made with a bunch of hill tribe silver and this pendant and just loved it, so I sold it to her. I had originally made it for myself but eh, I didn't care.

We might go to Iowa City tomorrow, but we're not sure. I hope we do though. Iowa City means Coralville, and Coralville means Scheels, and Scheels means tennis shoes without chunks worn out of them, and tennis shoes without chunks worn out of them means a happy Camille.

Um so yeah... am I pathetic? I'm really beginning to think I am. But... I don't know, and lately I just don't care. If I'm happy, and not being totally lazy, which I never am, then I don't care if I'm pathetic. I don't even know if pathetic is the right word. Am I too content when I shouldn't be? Is it okay to be happy with yourself once in a while? Gosh I hope so. It's not that I'm even THRILLED with myself, I'm just relaxed right now. It's good, it's good.

I do want an army green Jeep though. Something that Rafael and I can drive around on his off days. <--- (Okay now THAT, is part of the pathetic I am refering to. HA.)

'Brat Camp' friggen rocked again tonight. I love that dang show.

Emily came in to my room about fifteen minutes ago like she always does when I'm going to bed, but I was in the middle of writing something and she started distracting me and I kind of snapped at her. It wasn't bad at all, but I never snap at her, and now I have this awful guilty feeling in my stomuch. Every night we do this thing when we say goodnight, in brittish rock star voices, and together, we say "Well, as they say... GOOD NIGHT!" but it's like we're ending a Rolling Stones concert or something and it's just a way to give us closure for the day and make us stop talking. It's just what we always do.

We didn't do it tonight though, and I know it's because I snapped at her.

Guh, I hate things like this.