Got back from camp yesterday. I think I am still dead. My section won though... YAY. But I don't think I've ever pushed myself so hard (physically) in ccf. Seriously, I was like feeling as though I would die but I kept telling myself just to try for the section. Ahh I just went to the dentist for my first proper filling. No one told me I needed an injection in my mouth. So now when I smile at the moment I look like a tard. And I can't do my squirell face. Bleeeeugh my room is a mess and I need to un pack.
Why must my skin and hair decide to be fucked today?
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