Prepared for anything. Well, except that.

OK, so I’m back from camp. But that’s pretty much a blog of its own. (Which I don’t have time for). I am very, very tired (thank you people who let me sleep on them today), but that does NOT mean that I will not blog.
Because, today was… eventful.

1. Giant swing. I am soo stupid. It’s like going on a roller coaster, or to the beach. You always forget that you hate it, so you do it, and you come off thinking “oh shit, that was dumb”. Well, the Giant Swing messed with my head. A lot. And it was very dumb of me to attempt it. BUT my year seveners had fun, (one of them admits that he DOES like me) (I love you William!!) and they hauled each other up there, and whinged about how uncomfortable the harnesses were. (Kearney: “Oh my, that feels fabulous, yeah” *pulls agonized face* “I need a seat life this for my living room”. *finishes swinging* “that tickled”)

2. Argument with friend. Only people at camp will understand this. I know I already said I’m sorry, but I really was joking, and I never meant to upset you, and I know you don’t recognise my sense of humour, but it was a joke. I didn’t mean it, okay? I am seriously sorry.

3. The song I got stuck in my head on the swings. The stupid stupid song. The one that, every time I swing again, will always pop into my head. The one that haunts me.

4. Being told the truth. Being trusted with it. Being confided in, not only because you needed someone to let it out to, but because you consider me a close friend. Thank you.

5. Bus being late. You see, my mum told me yesterday that if the bus got back to school just after 2 that she’d come and get me from school, and take me to uncle dally’s funeral. And then, apparently, some kid wasn’t on the bus, and we left, like, half an hour late, and I was crying so much man. (Thank you for your hug Corinne).

6. Crying even more. Realise I would still make it, rang my mum, and told her to pick me up from school. Then I had to get changed at school, and everyone’s like “Why are you wearing a dress?” and then my silly friends “You’re wearing red to a funeral?” YOU SILLIES. It is NOT mourning a death, it is celebrating a life. And I thought too much a lot, and everything made me cry.

7. Funeral. The service was beautiful. The way everyone spoke about Dal (his full name? Harold David Jourdain) was beautiful, and I saw relatives I’ve never met before, as well as people I haven’t seen in 10 years (and STILL remembered! What an impression). My family is amazing. Helen (the person I remembered) told me that if I ever wanted to run away from home, I could go live with her. =)

Because it fit so perfectly:

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little--but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me--but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me--But Let me Go!