I love work this summer.
I am a lead counselor of a YMCA day camp.
I am the lifeguard for a day camp for kids with special needs.
My new favorite thing to do: work out at the downtown YMCA at five in the morning.
[And no, it's not crazy, because I have to be at work between 6:15-6:30 anyway.]
My other favorite thing to do: rollerblade on the Cedar Valley Trail.
I can't wait to go to the driving range with my brother tomorrow after work.
I last spent time at a driving range during my sophomore year of high school.
I was on the golf team that spring for, count 'em, two weeks.
Then I got a lead part in the school's play, and decided I'd much rather act than golf.
I wish I had more time to spend at the prayer room in town.
They have a fantastic collection of books I'd like to browse through.
And I haven't been to one of their services since last summer.
Lately, my most-listened-to song is I Exalt Thee, sung by Jesus Culture.
I'm also more than partial to Home, sung by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros.
... As well as [not gonna lie] The Edge of Glory, sung by Lady GaGa.
I think Iowans are a bunch of whiny babies when it comes to heat and/or humidity.
The only part of me crying out against it is my hair.
I feel like rearranging my room.
I want to take a coast-to-coast roadtrip.
I am super excited for my internship to start this fall.
Ahem, I just wish the ministry leaders I'll be working with would actually set up our meeting times like they are supposed to have been doing... just saying.
Man oh man, I can't wait to buy a bulldog.
I sure hope my brother finishes up practicing trumpet in the next 28 minutes.
[Bedtime is now at 8:30.]
Lately I've felt as if the world is calling my name.
