I'm back. Without the black :(.

So now I'm... how-you-say? a lot better, actually. I have to write a statement saying that I don't want to see or talk to my father until he goes into rehab or gets help. More power to me, I say. My mom says that you need to hit "bottom" until you realize that you want to get better and I think that's exactly where my dad is now. The restraining order was granted and is in effect for 2 weeks. The day after I go to camp (July 24th) will actually be the court date in which my mom will try for a 2 year restraining order. I doubt that's going to happen. Maybe a year at most.

Anyways, this whole week I have to go shopping for camp. Amazingly, I have to bring a *ton* of shit, and I don't know how I'm going to fit it all in :(. Just as well. I actually got my Camp Oneka care packet which has a lot of useful information. There's even a couple pages on homesickness. O' course, I won't have to worry about that since my mom will go all crazy and send me thousands of pictures of all of our animals, and my cousins. Great. On the bright side, you can have sooo much fun with my mom. She can make going to the grocery store an adventure. Maybe that's just her and my combination of humour and insanity :). Mixes well, I suppose. I'm going to end it there since I know I've written far too much.

Oh! And SOOO much apologies to my long-as-hell replies to the podcasts that I respond to! I don't mean to write so much but... I just get all excited and write feverntly and... blah! At least you get positive-ness outta me, right? :D.