I'm volunteering at my school's art camp this summer (it's called EXTREME ART). So far I've had to dodge bullets, discouraged metallica, and have developed a fiery hate for a certain child. Let's call him Tosh. I hate this kid. He's like a tumour. I'm not supposed to hate kids but my he makes it difficult to take him for longer than 15 minutes. He forgot my name. I'm 6'6 feet tall, I have chunks of flamingo coloured hair, and I wear a name tag every day. I'm hard to forget.
Anyways, the other campers formed a fight plan and ended up Julius Ceasar'ng his ass and fucking punched him everywhere imaginable. Especially the face.
I'm a loving person, but I've really just reverted to middle school. It' feels pretty sweet.
I've been listening to Fever Ray. I have to say... pretty good.
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