June 23, 2007
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my name is Cheeto trash
how i ended up with such a name…is all about unfortunate circumstances.
i had a good time at camp…doing alot of boat duty where i rescued a girl from certain death (involving a spider) and checked all the kayaks for the boys…who were afraid of spiders. then i found a spider that must be closely related to a taranchula and carried him around for awhile on my shoe, tormenting the aforesaid people who were afraid of spiders.
chapel
that game where you put the tubes in the middle and tell them to put their life on the line for a point of getting it across a certain line. and what is worse is that you do it. i have the bruises.
the mule. and the freeloaders.
hotdogs after the night swim. i put my bun on the stick instead and wondered aloud if the bread would burn. Sara heard my blond moment and said “Rachel, that is where they get toast.” meh.
my favorite picture of Erica. i enjoyed lunch and “i don’t think we’re gonna make it, Rachel” …i love ya, sweety.
coming home. Indashia is the one with her finger up her nose. Daisha is the one with the leopard socks. and then there is the big purple bus.
