Saturday night was an activity at the Pichan's house with Lake Orion. Everyone "hates" them, but deep down inside they enjoy being with them. Funny how things work out. Even with all that love floating around Nick and I couldn't help but get in a "fight." Love at its deepest root. But hey, they stole my flashlight. No one gets between me and my flashlight. Not even some bald guy. And even though we have this whole love hate thing they give up really easily. Let's go back to last year, winter camp. We come charging at their cabin at 12:00 at night with a simple smoke bomb. We were given the rule of not entering the cabin and we obeyed most certainly. We didn't need to go in the there to "hurt"/scare/scar-for-life them. By simply putting said smoke bomb near open window caused them to display violent aggression and tears. Oh but I can see why, smoke can be very deadly and cause the tear glands to swell thus secreting a salt water substance. NOT! But oh well, they never did get us back, and probably never will. We most likely have been kicked out of that camp for what we did that night. But I am telling you all this to prove a point. What that point is I'm not quite sure. It will come to me someday, maybe the same day Lake Orion gets us back for our actions. And maybe, just maybe, it will be the same day I stop rambling on about nothing. And if anyone from LO is reading this I am that "bully","cool kid","idiot","and other choice words."

More to come as soon as I get a pet monkey or when someone donates real money (not that Monopoly junk) to HEGACICF.

Peace out