life of andyman

First off, I have decided that my blog has gotten farther away from “cool stories” into the “boring things that have happened to me recently” realm. Forget that. So I’ll try to fix it for this one.

Morgan and I finished camp. It was sad. (However, I was ready for a long break from 12 year olds.) Enough said.

No, wait–one more thing. The final week of camp, the directors change everyone’s jobs around for fun. Therefore, I got assigned to the younger campers, the same ones I worked with last summer. I decided, somewhat arbitrarily, that I was determined to win the not-that-special, not-that-coveted Cabin of the Week award. The award goes to the most enthusiastic, innovative, and cleanest cabin of the week. So, I kinda went crazy for the last week, and when everyone else was getting sick of camp and ready to leave, I was kicking ace.

My cabin went on at least two “secret missions” per day. These were silly things like attacking the other cabins with buckets of water, pretending to steal candy from the candy store, or sneaking in to the dining hall and doing chores (I know–so nefarious!).

Anyhow, the moral of the story is I was wildly successful. We had cabin of the week in the bag, and there was only a few other cabins (including Morgan’s–yikes!) that made me nervous.

Okay. That’s enough about camp. But, in a spirit of appreciation for the amazing summer I had, the incredible things I learned, the first time I’ve ever weighed more than 150 in my life (true!), and the biggest biceps I’ve probably had in my whole life–I will present Taps. Every night, at campfire, the whole camp would sing these words to the tune of taps in order to bring closure to the day’s activities; I sing it now for the same reason.

Day is done
Gone the Sun
From the lakes,
from the hills,
from the skyall is well
Safely rest
God is nigh
Goodnight campers!

We boarded a plane and took off to Seattle, Morgan and I. Tyler and Brandon picked us up at the airport–us and our literally 200 pounds of luggage. Yes, that’s right, we each had two bags weighing just short of 50 lbs. a piece, and then with our carry-ons, I’m certain we broke a strong Deuce.

I have to say, an incredible time awaited us.

So often have I gone on vacations where I didn’t know what to do. I arrive at a “cool” place, and when I get off the plane I think, “Now what?” I don’t know any people, I don’t know how to get to the cool places, and I end up having to spend tons of money to stay entertained. Not so, my friends, in Seattle!

It was filled with cool stuff to see–parks, boat locks, fish ladders, city markets, public transportation (cheap, sometimes free!), more parks, Teriyaki–my gosh–Teriyaki, Teriyaki everywhere!

It was a whirlwind of good time. And I couldn’t have done it without those meddling kids: thanks Seattle guys!

We also went to Portland for two days, and I saw how awesome it is. But, truth be told, I made the mistake of romanticizing Portland to be something like heaven, so when I got there it wasn’t, well, heaven. But even so, I must admit it was very awesome. Morgan bought a ring made out of a little fork. It looks great! If nothing else, I would say of all the places I’ve ever been in my whole life, Portland had the best fork art I’d ever seen.

Another very special thanks to Morgan’s cousin, Matt, and Morgan’s cousin’s friend, Zoey, for being awesome and doing an equally good job of showing us around in Portland.

So, long story short, I’m back in Indiana and looking for a job. I realized that one of the tough parts about getting a job is that no one believes me. See, I am a pretty good writer; I am quite good with computers; I am a fast, eager learner, and more…but that’s what everyone says when they apply for jobs. I just want to go to a business, level with them, and say, listen–I’m a good guy. Hire me.

Wish me luck! Oh yeah, and I need a place to, uh, live also. So…wish me luck with that, too!