'Bill's Grave'

As it turns out, I found that third poem I was searching for... but only after I found three others with a different unifying theme, which I like much better. I've been reading Robert Service's works all morning... mostly the poems he wrote about war. Honestly, some of them are heart wrenching at best. I've got a new respect for older poetry... especially his.
Anyway... now I'm kinda liking this assignment, at least, in some small pathetic way. I still hate english though. ;o)

It looks like I'm going to be program for the upcoming camp, instead of Cabin leader. The decision was actually made for me... it seems I took too long in making my mind up, and apperently all the cabin leader positions are filled. So that leaves me on the program team, which I really don't mind. However, part of me regrets that I didn't make my mind up faster. I think I would have chosen cabin leader... simply because of how awesome that position is. But I know there will be great oppertunities to serve as a program person as well... I'm looking forward to it. (plus, there are some great advantages to being program... like really nice sleeping quarters (it's all relative ;o), and private showers...)
Just gotta keep remembering to pray for camp. If I learned anything the first time... it's that prayer before hand is definately a must.


The sun is scattering itself in blotches throughout the trees, making patches of light and dark greens... it's beautiful. *amused* Although... yesterday when it was really foggy and raining, I was going on about how much I liked fog. All weather has it's beauty... methinks.
And I'm getting hungry... REALLY hungry. I'm going to do grilled cheese for lunch... or at least try to. I'm still not supposed to be walking on my ankle. I refuse to hop around on one leg though, and since we haven't got crutches yet, it's all about limping around. :oD
I'm going crazy though... not having driven for days. With no prospects of being able to soon. Especially after seeing the Bourne Supremacy twice... really makes you wanna go driving.
*tries to content himself with going batty*
Patience may be a virtue, but having to exercise it is pure agony! My paintball gun STILL has not arrived. I'm certainly never going to order from that shop again... It's crazy.

...well, I think I've run out of stuff to ramble on about... One day I'll get around to making an attempt at expressing some deeper things. Promise. :o)