Camp, Night One

One of my favorite things about camp is definitely eleven-thirty PM.

Why eleven-thirty PM, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Eleven-thirty PM is that lovely time when we get the boys out of the girls' dorm. This is a task I personally take on because it's so much fun to walk up and down the hall, bellowing, "All penises must immediately vacate!" I get looks, laughter, and people following me as I meander from one end of the hall to the other.

For the record, the guys generally leave laughing and without problems.

There's a new counselor this year named Ashley who immediately started emulating me, too. I was so proud to watch her walk up and down the hall shouting that room checks were in [insert number here] minutes. Then we stood out in the hallway and sang Jekyll and Hyde songs. Loudly. And people joined in ♥

For those who don't know, midnight means lights out and room-checks here at our camps. Room-check just means that we knock on the door, they open it, we see that they're both in safely for the night, and we say, "Lights out, goodnight." They close the door, and we continue on our merry way.

And every year, without fail, we have at least one student who approaches us as the midnight hour draws near and asks us the following question: "Are we allowed to use the bathroom during the night?"

No, you're not. We provided milk jugs. YES, YOU CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM! Sheesh, we might get you guys on a time-table, but we're not cruel!

Ah, eleven-thirty PM. The time when the counselors are truly in charge. This is the time when we get to play >:D Though in all honesty, we're pretty relaxed. Unless someone's doing something horribly, obviously, glaringly wrong...we're probably just gonna go "Hey, knock it off." And then we'll be on our way.

And always remember Rule #1: Don't talk about Fight Club. DON'T GO TO THE LAKE!

EDIT: My roommate is snoring. Loudly o_O We're talking a sawmill here. Wow...

Camp, Night One

One of my favorite things about camp is definitely eleven-thirty PM.

Why eleven-thirty PM, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. Eleven-thirty PM is that lovely time when we get the boys out of the girls' dorm. This is a task I personally take on because it's so much fun to walk up and down the hall, bellowing, "All penises must immediately vacate!" I get looks, laughter, and people following me as I meander from one end of the hall to the other.

For the record, the guys generally leave laughing and without problems.

There's a new counselor this year named Ashley who immediately started emulating me, too. I was so proud to watch her walk up and down the hall shouting that room checks were in [insert number here] minutes. Then we stood out in the hallway and sang Jekyll and Hyde songs. Loudly. And people joined in ♥

For those who don't know, midnight means lights out and room-checks here at our camps. Room-check just means that we knock on the door, they open it, we see that they're both in safely for the night, and we say, "Lights out, goodnight." They close the door, and we continue on our merry way.

And every year, without fail, we have at least one student who approaches us as the midnight hour draws near and asks us the following question: "Are we allowed to use the bathroom during the night?"

No, you're not. We provided milk jugs. YES, YOU CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM! Sheesh, we might get you guys on a time-table, but we're not cruel!

Ah, eleven-thirty PM. The time when the counselors are truly in charge. This is the time when we get to play >:D Though in all honesty, we're pretty relaxed. Unless someone's doing something horribly, obviously, glaringly wrong...we're probably just gonna go "Hey, knock it off." And then we'll be on our way.

And always remember Rule #1: Don't talk about Fight Club. DON'T GO TO THE LAKE!

EDIT: My roommate is snoring. Loudly o_O We're talking a sawmill here. Wow...

Breaking Apart (30 Hugs: Heiji/Kazuha)

Title: Breaking Apart
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #20—broken dreams
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: The flowers fell from her hands, petals scattering everywhere.

( Breaking Apart )

Cross-posted to 30_hugs and 30 Hugs: Heiji and Kazuha.

Breaking Apart (30 Hugs: Heiji/Kazuha)

Title: Breaking Apart
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #20—broken dreams
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: The flowers fell from her hands, petals scattering everywhere.

( Breaking Apart )

Cross-posted to 30_hugs and 30 Hugs: Heiji and Kazuha.

WTF??

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WTF??

( Cut for ranting )

Heehee ^_^

Counselor conversations in the back row of the auditorium during choir run-throughs:

TAKE ONE!

*John lent me the third FMA soundtrack to make a copy. On the front is what I thought was a rather awesome picture of Roy Mustang.*
Me: *leaning forward to show John the cover* Isn't that a sexy picture?
John: I wouldn't know.
Me: *leans back and thinks for a minute, then leans forward again* Okay, if you were gay or female, wouldn't you say this was a sexy picture?

TAKE TWO!

*Between groups, Ashley and I are singing Tenacious D's "I'm the Only Gay Eskimo." Loudly.*
Us: *singing* I even get excited when I see the North Pole...
Me: *glancing over and seeing a young-type person* Crap, there's a little kid over there! I do not want to be corrupting someone else's spawn!
Ashley: No, it's cool. He'd get excited if he saw the North Pole, too. That's where Santa lives!
*momentary pause before we both crack up*

TAKE FIVE THREE!

*Shortly after the North Pole comment, we're discussing parents.*
Me: I have the coolest parents in the world. I told that to my friend Ryann, but he didn't believe me. I miss him--he graduated and moved to Idaho.
Ashley: What's in Idaho?
Me: Potatoes.
Ashley: Potatoes? Well, I dig the spuds.
*insert laughter and merriment*

Nothing like some nice crack convos to cheer a person up. I love this girl to death--I have trained her well. In fact, tonight I promised her that I would let her use my infamous Town Cryer line: "All penises must vacate the building immediately!" More to come if we have any further odd conversations ^_^

PS. Anyone else think the "giggly" mood icon thingie looks like it's having a seizure? Should this cat be in therapy or see a doctor or some such thing? I'm concerned...

EDIT: And here's a random "quiz" thingie. It's frighteningly accurate, I think...

Your Birthdate: October 30

You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Heehee ^_^

Counselor conversations in the back row of the auditorium during choir run-throughs:

TAKE ONE!

*John lent me the third FMA soundtrack to make a copy. On the front is what I thought was a rather awesome picture of Roy Mustang.*
Me: *leaning forward to show John the cover* Isn't that a sexy picture?
John: I wouldn't know.
Me: *leans back and thinks for a minute, then leans forward again* Okay, if you were gay or female, wouldn't you say this was a sexy picture?

TAKE TWO!

*Between groups, Ashley and I are singing Tenacious D's "I'm the Only Gay Eskimo." Loudly.*
Us: *singing* I even get excited when I see the North Pole...
Me: *glancing over and seeing a young-type person* Crap, there's a little kid over there! I do not want to be corrupting someone else's spawn!
Ashley: No, it's cool. He'd get excited if he saw the North Pole, too. That's where Santa lives!
*momentary pause before we both crack up*

TAKE FIVE THREE!

*Shortly after the North Pole comment, we're discussing parents.*
Me: I have the coolest parents in the world. I told that to my friend Ryann, but he didn't believe me. I miss him--he graduated and moved to Idaho.
Ashley: What's in Idaho?
Me: Potatoes.
Ashley: Potatoes? Well, I dig the spuds.
*insert laughter and merriment*

Nothing like some nice crack convos to cheer a person up. I love this girl to death--I have trained her well. In fact, tonight I promised her that I would let her use my infamous Town Cryer line: "All penises must vacate the building immediately!" More to come if we have any further odd conversations ^_^

PS. Anyone else think the "giggly" mood icon thingie looks like it's having a seizure? Should this cat be in therapy or see a doctor or some such thing? I'm concerned...

EDIT: And here's a random "quiz" thingie. It's frighteningly accurate, I think...

Your Birthdate: October 30

You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?