  So, I'm back. I'm trying to think of the best way to describe my week without being too terribly specific. It was incredible. I did not want to leave. I'm completely lame, but I've decided to leave it at that.
Seriously, I'm sorry, but not all the sorted details of my adolescence need to be recorded publicly. I definitely missed home, though. I missed warm showers and clean feet. Oh yeah, I missed non-Christian music. Not that seventeen verses of "Shine Jesus Shine" isn't wonderful, but there's only so much I can stomach. The first thing I did when I came home: listen to Fiona Apple (because it would never, ever make it into church camp ever) Then I scrubbed five days of dirt out from under my fingernails (attractive right? ), found my new ATM card (I look like a crack addict in the picture, I wish I knew how to post pictures), and caught up on my vacuuming (therapeutic). Dammit: I think I'm losing my angst. I'm not meant to be well-adjusted! Good Lord. More posting later. I'm tired. Affectionately... Anna 
