marius, you're no longer a child

Angela leaves tomorrow. We partied at her house. And her sister made muffins that she was calling "Banana Butt Muffins" and Angela told her not to call them that. Then irony struck...

I was standing up singing along to Here it Goes Again, but decided to play it chill so I went to sit on the couch...And someone had left the muffins where I sat. So as Carolyn put it, "They really [were] banana butt muffins."

Two days and my camp counselor career is over. I can't begin to explain what a good experience it's been for me.