Camp Crushes

I'm back from Camp. Jesus. I LOVE camp. The people there are great, and probably just about the best looking staff too. This year I had a great experience. I was in this amazing ensemble, we worked so well together and really just had a fantastic time. The pictures of me are pretty ugs, but I dont care. I got sick, terrible heat stroke, then with my hypoglycemia, i fully just melted from the inside. 

Straight up, Camp Crushes. I had many. Top 3!!!!! I love the lingo we share and the memories too. Also I got people to write me letters for my plane ride tomorrow, but most forgot. One of my pals who was a counselor wrote me a really long one! And another who I'm close with wrote it on a napkin. I also got one that was surprising. Ya I read one. oops. But it was only because S, C and my new best friend D said i ABSOLUTELY had to! It said some things that I was confused about but whatever, it's cool.

I had a crush on a counselor. My b. But its cool since we all had a crush on at least ONE counselor. It's hard when they're all so good looking and kind hearted. 

Anyways, off to Enlgand Land/France Land tomorrow. Once again saying good bye, but for only 7 days. Until then, 

Salut!

Forgiveness Please.

Eff. I have a headache. Im trying to cure it with hot water. My mother's bad mood/hangover has rubbed off on me. (ok, MAYBE I shouldn't have ate that bag of pizza fishy crackers, but damn they looked so good.) 

Tomorrow I am leaving for 10 days! Summer Camp. Sort of. It's a different kind of camp. It's an IMPROV CAMP. wooooooooo. May I be the first to say that the men of Improv are VERY attractive men. They ladies are also very good looking, I get intimidated by them. Not gunna lie. 

Ok, so I'm bringing my Tambourine. Classic funtimes. I hope people dont end up always counting on me to bring the tambourine places. I can't handle their pressure!!

I wont really be able to relax at home for at least 17 days

ok no, after I get back I start rehearsals. 

EFF.

Ok. Ok. Ok. I'll try and blog when I get home, but no guarantees! 

For now, this is the Me. Gone for 8 days.. hopefully it wont be too cold.

Salut!

ps. picture from actual camp i was at.

Kiera better Comment on this

I'm home! And how lovely it is to be home!

12 hours in a car is NOT what I'd like to call, a Fun Time.

But there were some good moments. I enjoy the Chats C and I have. Some of the times I dont think her parents were too proud. "Hey K, do you remember that time you and S pretended to be blind? It really pissed me off" "Wait, where did you go C? I cant see anything! It's all dark!"

bahaha, good times.

Today I bought a bathing suit. It reminds me of the notebook. Im going to put a picture up, but dont call me a skank plzkaythanks.

My favorite parts of edmonton were :

1- IRON AND WINE at Folk Fest. The man who started my beard craze. 

2- Sneaking out of P's house to do stuffs (7 11)

3- Car ride home rants

4- Shopping at 'Devine' a place that sells new and used clothing. Bought some killa shizz.

5- C's dad acting super serious and trying to be stelth while handing me flask and saying "Straight Vodka"

My least favorite parts of edmonton were :

1- Almost getting kidnapped and raped after sneaking out of the house at around 2 ish in the morning. Here's the story - We had just left 7 11 with our foods when this guy across the street yelled something over to P asking where some bus station was. She yelled back what is was and told them it was probably closed by now. We all laughed. Everything was amusing. They then yelled back "Hey, you guys want to join us?" Now picture the 3 scary ass sorta big guido ish guys hootin' over at as, and us 4 girls, well 3 of them were tall (not me) but still, much younger than them. P yells back "Sorry, no. We're going home." Then they continue to yell more shit at us, meanwhile I'm getting scared out of my witts, about to pee my pants. We all start walking semi fast, thankfully we're near our turn off point, when a car slows down near us and pulls onto the side of the road right where we're about to pass. The scary guy in the car rolls down his window and waits for us to walk close. WHen we do pass him we hear him say "Hey girls, you wanna get in?" and we all just ignore him and veer off close to the turn off point. When we do turn P, K and C all start booking it to some house and I'm following behind cursing the fact that I'm wearing the worst shoes to run away in ever. When we get to this house we hide along the side of a garage until the coast looks clear. Needless to say, We were all super frightened and we spent the rest of the walk home hiding in the shaded areas and walking in the trees away from all cars that past us.

2- Finding out that I'm obese. So much gained weight/im fat.

3- How dry it was

4- Awkward folk fest moments/Too much country music.

Anyways, Im excited about Camp on Friday.

WOOO 10 days of Improv.

Salut!

Scalpers.

I offish have tickets for all of folk fest. Bring on the dancing ladies!
Salut!

I'm a caterpillar.

minus the opium.

Flying Flying Flying

When I got to the airport, I was having a bit of an eternal spazz. First time flying alone, so convinced that I would go to the wrong gate n' shat. Luckily I found my way there, it was too my right and passed an albino with ginger hair. On the flight I sat next to a couple who thought it would be cool to start making out on the flight. It wasn't cool to me. The rest of the flight I wrote, and read, and stared at the little TV on the back of the other chair. It was an old episode of What not to Wear. Hella awesome. The guy had a sick transformation. When I arrived here I was greeted by mah pals, who were wearing gorgeous sweaty pants and pj's, and a guy who LOOKED like he was running up to his mom, but then they started to make out. Awkward. When we got back to her place, I heard all there awesome stories of Parties Past. I was uber jealous. But there will be lots to come. Then we went to a nice shopping street (Similar to Robson Street in Vancouver) where I purchased a GREAT sweater at a vintage store. Lets just say its Blue and says " WORLD'S GREATEST GRANDMA! Love Sam & Jon" That just happened. Tomorrow, illegal things are happening me thinks. But since I'm a self proclaimed good girl, then they will remain secret. Sorry peeps. Life is good, even though I have a killer regret of NOT tell him how I feel. But I will have to live with that one for a while. Eff me. Camp better be sexy. Kisses
Salut!

Au Revoir

Ok, I'm heading to edmonton tomorrow morning really early, so This will be my last "Straight from my own macbook" post.

But I'm bringing a journal with me, in which I'm going to write down all the adventures of my flight. And i'll probably right it out on my blog when I get to my friend's place. But I'll use this journal to record all the spontaneous hilarious activity that shoots my way.

I love you shitty mcshit's ville. 

Salut!

Bedroom Eyes

This is the email I just sent my  buddy in serbia. (Edited a tad):

Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
-Kiss me thru da phone by Soulja Boy

So [D]! I hella miss you and shat!
I've lost so many friends lately to sex, drugs and rock n roll (the bad kinds of each) that I realized how much I missed you.
Tomorrow I'm going to edmonton, fun eh? I'm going to folk fest there. I hope Metric is performing.. but I think they're doing V-fest.
How's Serbia? How's Milan? How's life? Any barfights? I hope not! (Unless they were like the old timey saloon ones, that would be sweet)
[S] and I went to an improv show at a bar, and i was too nervous to order a drink even though I knew they didn't ID. One of these days you can come with me and pretend to be my lover since I had to sit at a table with the man who hurt my heart last time. It was ok, I made bedroom eyes at this guy. He's hilarious and was hella drunk. 
Ok, In all, I miss you I miss you I miss you.
BABY COME BACK!

Baby Come back to me
In my heart I still believe
We were meant to be…
Together so whatever it takes (Baby Come Back)
Baby come back to me
I should have never set you free
My baby
Come back (Baby Come Back)
- Baby come back - Vanessa Hudgens.

Kisses!
xox
Kelli

I want him to take me to grad.

Salut!

It's going to be light out soon

Obvs can't sleep.

There are many things I need to change about my life.

1. Sleep more (better skin, healthier, probably happier)

2. Complain less (the blog is going to get boring)

3. Party less (when people offer me shit, SAY NO)

4. Man the fuck up ( Tell him how I feel. Tell him how I feel. Tell him how I feel.)

5. Don't take summer for granted (Last one ever - almost)

6. Know that somewhere out there, someone thinks I look hott today (there's gotta be at least one)

7. Love my family more (stop yelling at them when I'm tired since I didn't sleep)

8. Sing more (practice, and my mom likes my voice)

9. Flirt more (apparently I need to practice this. But I got some hella bedroom eyes the other night from someone you'd least expect. I now have a crush on him)

10. Dont let the fucktards get me down. (you know who you are)

It's 4:35 and I'm changing shit up.

xoxox

Salut