GLUING UNDER THE STARS

I've spent my morning cleaning my room and washing my sheets. My roommate, Mary Ellen, is a neat freak but claims that she doesn't mind my messy side of the room as long as her half is clean. I know she's lying. Today she comes running in, sees the room, freezes, and then proceeds to jump on me and tells me she loves me.

I've decided though that I don't really like sleeping inside. Every once in awhile I'll pull my blankets off my bed and sleep out under the stars somewhere. Last night is was on our roof. Tonight Jenny the Baker, Jordan, and I are going down the creek awhile and sleeping there.

I just finished wandering to various parts of the ranch asking different crews if they have brightly colored Indian feathers. Of course the last crew I ask are the Kiddie Sup's and they have bags and bags of them. I'm now attempting to load House online and hot glue gun feathers onto my Indian headdress for tonight's Melodrama. FYI: It's hard to type with your finger tips coated in dried glue.