What a hot, humid day! Here in the woods where our camp on the lake is located, it can get very sticky and hot during the day. A swim sure feels good when you've been leaning over some nerd with braces in arts and crafts, just brushing your breasts against his shoulder enough to get a bit of a nervous rise out of him. This kid's name is Jonathan and he is so bashful and shaky. It is fun to play with him. The other day he ran outside the dining hall and threw up in the bushes after I stared at him while he was eating spaghetti and getting it all over his white shirt. Poor thing.

Nevermind goofy Jonathan, let me tell you about how hot it was today. I could not wait to get into the lake for a swim. The counselors get an "adult swim" time in the morning and afternoon in between teaching the nerds how to backstroke. I went skinny dipping with a couple of the male counselors and we played peek-a-boo under the water. It wasn't very clear, so we could only see shadows, but Brad was pretty slow about drying himself off once he got up on shore. He's a little too proud of his body for my tastes, so I went with Vinnie who is all into that rebel thing. He's got a motorcycle and he calls the president a dumbass every chance he gets. He is also an excellent kisser.

It was so hot in the arts and crafts cabin that my white t-shirt was drenched with perspiration. I don't smell when I sweat, I just get so damp and my clothes are always clinging to me. Luckily my natural feminine smells are all I give off. So, I went to the refrigerator and stood in front of the open door to cool off a little. Mike the maintenance guy was trying to fix the air flow. We don't have air conditioners but we do have some big fans. I turned around to yell at Mike and my nipples were pointing out, solid as a rock and fully extended. He took notice and got so flustered that he went outside the cabin and started running through the woods. I hope a bear doesn't eat him. I can have some fun with Mike this summer.

I'm in the emergency signal tower right now. I'm taking advantage of Mark, the guy who works in here, to use the computer. I just show him some leg in my shortest shorts and sit just right in the chair in front of the computer and he'll let me do anything. He stands there and salivates and says nothing but "yes" and "sure" to everything I see. It is so good to have this kind of power. I'm so glad I was born beautiful and sexy. I can get anything I want in life.

This Mark guy started telling me he knows stuff about the movies and that he can probably introduce me to some people who would hire me as an actress in a film. Imagine that, I could be a Sexy Actress. However, I think he either does documentaries or porn, and I'm not willing to do either of those. I would like to do light comedy or romance or maybe even be the hot sidekick of an action star. If I play my cards right I could do a nude scene with Vin Diesel. That would be cool. He definitely wouldn't throw up after seeing me eat a sausage sub. It is amazing how nervous guys get watching me eat a sausage sub in a lawn chair with my little camp shorts crawling all the way up and the juice from the peppers and onions dripping on me. There is always one guy who runs outside and throws up. Pathetic.

I have quite a few boyfriends back at college, where I am a Sexy Co-Ed. Some of them are higher on the food chain than others. Some I just use so they'll take tests for me and things like that. I have this one guy who goes and gets me lunch off-campus almost every day except when he has a mid-term or something. I love flirting and teasing my professors. I'm sure it helps my marks. I've only slept with one and it wasn't anything to write home about. Better just to leave them wanting.

When it comes to sex with guys, you have to know just where to draw the line. They can't be too excited and overwhelmed by my sexiness, otherwise they'll be done and wiped out in five minutes. I can do that to some guys just by walking past them the right way. You just know they are running back to their cabin to satisfy their urges. It is so sad in some ways, but also such a turn-on to know they will be imagining things involving you that will never happen. Sometimes I like to talk about having a regular boyfriend outside of camp that I'm on hiatus with to keep just the right flow of guys coming in my direction. One of the ways to tell is to go to the archery range here at camp and stand around being sexy while the youths are doing target practice. The ones that fire into the woods after seeing me are the ones not worth pursuing, but they will be the ones who are the most fun to toy with. Archery is a good gauge.

I think people who write things on the Internet are sexy. Sometimes when I'm just sitting around in a t-shirt and panties I'll just log on to the Internet and see what people are writing about. I want them to write about me and about how sexy I am and how much they desire me, so I have to get myself out there so that will happen. A guy who could reach me with words would be such a change of pace from these guys who try to charm me. I want older men to write poetry about me. I want them to write painful poetry that shows me how much they are falling apart inside because they can't have me because they are old.

I once had this pathetic, unemployed married guy following me around. He used to come up to the college and hang around and then start asking me to have coffee with him. He was like a sad puppy dog and would have done anything for me. He didn't have much money, on account of being unemployed, so I couldn't convince him to take me to Hawaii where I would have slept in the same room with him without doing anything except kissing him on the cheek and wearing very revealing nighties. He would have suffered on that trip, but unfortunately he didn't have the money.

My best subjects have always been English and Physical Education. I'm going to be studying towards a degree in Sports Medicine because I want to get paid for touching the muscular thighs of athletic men. I love to feel how they tense up at my touch. This will be a rewarding career and it will also help me keep this hot body of mine for as long as possible. I don't want to get old and wrinkly. Because of my best subjects, I know I will either end up with an athlete, who might turn abusive, or with some guy who writes things on the Internet, who would be very easily controlled, which is what I like. If you like to be controlled and you can write something sweet and tasty about me, I might be your girl. If you can only talk about Star Trek or Dungeons and Dragons don't bother. Also, I don't like worn out retread guys who wear shorts with dress socks and sandals, so if this is you, don't even bother. You won't make the cut. If you like crawling into a treehouse with a sexy camp counselor and a bottle of schnapps, now we're talking. You'll look better to me after a couple, believe me. My body is in such good shape I could take you around the world, sweetie.

I should probably get out of this tower and get back to my counselor duties before I am missed, but Mark has an air conditioner in the tower and it is so hot and humid inside. My little t-shirt is going to be soaked with sweat and it is going to be so uncomfortable to sit in my little camp shorts this afternoon. I hope there will be a cool breeze to cool me off when I'm feeling so hot sitting there in the woods surrounded by all those boys and men.

Be nice and think about me tonight. Okay, sweetie? It is going to be a humid night here in the woods where I'm sleeping alone tonight.

Urgh!… I’m such a teenager! ……

Sorry, first things first …. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know I haven’t daylogged for ages. I’m sure most of you guys/gals thought I’d left, but you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ve been reading your stuff, but I haven’t gotten around to writing lately… I’ve had other projects! *Mischievous grin*

… sorry! where was I… oh yes! Urgh!… I’m such a teenager! ……

I’ve been reading through my previous entries, and instead of the witty, amusing, truthful, playful and sexy entries I thought I made, I found angsty, whiney, immature and self-righteous daylogs…. I say ‘Urgh’ once more! So where did it all go wrong? When did I become this typical teenage girl with emotional hang-ups and ‘love’ problems at my age? I guess it’s just something we do. I think everyone believes when they are a teenager, they are smart, intellectual and have meaningful things to say to other people. The fact that other people generally have much more experience with life doesn’t even enter your head, and in reality you are spitting out typical teenage clichés left, right and centre for others to laugh at! Well that’s what becoming an adult is all about (There’s a typical parent cliché for you to counteract all the teenage ones!).

It is very probable that this daylog in itself is a huge cliché. I guess some sort of psychoanalyst has even given it a silly developmental title like “Stage of realisation of one’s self’s teenage angsty nature” (I apologise in advance to all you grammar fanatics out there for that bad use of apostrophes!). Fine so I’m a teenager! I get irritated by small things, my hormones are giving me huge mood swings (I’m pretty sure that I’ve had one half way through writing this) I cry uncontrollably at small things, but the big things in life pass me by with no real emotional commitment on my behalf!
… and you know what! I like it! I like he ups and downs, I like feeling so depressed that I sometimes lock myself in my room for entire days listening to whatever melancholic music I can find. I embrace my moodiness and my angstyness because I know that someday I’ll look back and I want to think “Yeah! I was a moody teenager who wore long sleeved tops on even the hottest of summer days and in general dressed very inappropriatly”. I don’t want to think “Man! Did I spend my entire teenage years trying to be mature? Wow! Was I stupid or what?”

Ok, I’m done for today. I might actually give you people an update of what’s been happening at some point….
But not today… never today!

Urgh!… I’m such a teenager! ……

Sorry, first things first …. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know I haven’t daylogged for ages. I’m sure most of you guys/gals thought I’d left, but you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ve been reading your stuff, but I haven’t gotten around to writing lately… I’ve had other projects! *Mischievous grin*

… sorry! where was I… oh yes! Urgh!… I’m such a teenager! ……

I’ve been reading through my previous entries, and instead of the witty, amusing, truthful, playful and sexy entries I thought I made, I found angsty, whiney, immature and self-righteous daylogs…. I say ‘Urgh’ once more! So where did it all go wrong? When did I become this typical teenage girl with emotional hang-ups and ‘love’ problems at my age? I guess it’s just something we do. I think everyone believes when they are a teenager, they are smart, intellectual and have meaningful things to say to other people. The fact that other people generally have much more experience with life doesn’t even enter your head, and in reality you are spitting out typical teenage clichés left, right and centre for others to laugh at! Well that’s what becoming an adult is all about (There’s a typical parent cliché for you to counteract all the teenage ones!).

It is very probable that this daylog in itself is a huge cliché. I guess some sort of psychoanalyst has even given it a silly developmental title like “Stage of realisation of one’s self’s teenage angsty nature” (I apologise in advance to all you grammar fanatics out there for that bad use of apostrophes!). Fine so I’m a teenager! I get irritated by small things, my hormones are giving me huge mood swings (I’m pretty sure that I’ve had one half way through writing this) I cry uncontrollably at small things, but the big things in life pass me by with no real emotional commitment on my behalf!
… and you know what! I like it! I like the ups and downs, I like feeling so depressed that I sometimes lock myself in my room for entire days listening to whatever melancholic music I can find. I embrace my moodiness and my angstyness because I know that someday I’ll look back and I want to think “Yeah! I was a moody teenager who wore long sleeved tops on even the hottest of summer days and in general dressed very inappropriatly”. I don’t want to think “Man! Did I spend my entire teenage years trying to be mature? Wow! Was I stupid or what?”

Ok, I’m done for today. I might actually give you people an update of what’s been happening at some point….
But not today… never today!

Never Write About Your Job On The Web

It was my second day at my new job today; everybody's pretty nice, so when I saw a guy around my age with a goetee and a general air of cool about him I introduced myself. He recognized my name and said he read my blog, which surprised me (as nobody reads my blog).

It turns out his job is to sit at a computer and check on the 'web presence' of the organization for which I work. I assume he's seeing how many hits we get, who links to us, etc-- but he turned up my blog, which gets 40 hits a week and linked to the company site a few days ago. I didn't write anything bad about them (its a great job! seriously!i'm happy!), but I easily could have (tear down your idols, I always ay), and I easily could have gotten in trouble.

So (and you should know this) DON'T WRITE ABOUT YOUR JOB ON YOUR WEBSITE. Or, for that matter, your girlfriend.

Hi everybody! I hope you’re doing good!

I had a really good time this weekend. We went to parades and saw lots of fireworks. Witchiepoo made me a really cool necklace.

The other night we were barbecuing and a lost dog came on our porch. He was really small and brown and white and cute. Me and my friend Gracie looked around the neighborhood to find his owner but we couldn’t.. Finally, somebody told us where he lived and Gracie’s dad drove us up there. They were really happy to have him back and wanted to give us twenty dollars each! Gracie’s dad said that was too much and we got ten dollars each. We found out the dog’s name was “Peanut”.

I wrote another poem the other day called “Summer”. My school told me it was good practice to use each letter of the word to start the next sentence. Sometime that gets hard but it makes me think. I hope you like it!

Summer

Sitting on the porch
Under starry skies
Melting ice cream cones
Moon shining bright
Eating barbecue food
Relaxing in the shade

I hope you all have a great summer. Thank you and bye!

(assorted links and some spelling help courtesy of borgo, words courtesy of borgette.)

The Lottery

Today at the mall I wanted to try my hand at the lottery. The shame of it is really, I don't have a clue at all. I asked a fellow in line if I had to buy the lottery ticket before filling it out, and he chuckled rather pompously and told me that you fill it out first, and then pay for it. Agreeably, I went and filled out a ticket and took it to the counter. The lady at the counter then proceeded to insert my slip into a machine that could read the little tick marks I made on it. She had to run it through several times, really, because the first three or so tries it simply said "SLIP ERROR". And when it worked, she gave me another slip of paper with the very numbers I marked down in pencil, stamped out on receipt paper accompanied by several cryptic code numbers and bar codes.

I'm 19. I'm looking for a job, and in participating in the lottery I might just catch that unbelievable wealth flying through the air at breakneck speeds. It could fly into my mouth, or it could zoom past me, who knows. I have to see. My grandfather did the same thing, only with a giant fishnet and hundreds of blank lottery tickets hidden away in a drawer. He never won.

The only problem now is, I have this authoritative looking receipt with fancy black symbols all over it and generic instructions on the back, which don't help much at all. Now what do I do?

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