One More Camp Story, and Other Stuff

Okay, I knew there was something else about camp I had to say, but I couldn't remember. And now I do!
On our last technique class Tendler told us that on the first day of camp he kind of looked around to see who was cool and who was not, and he was really psyched because apparently all the people he thought were cool walked into his classroom. Well, whatever. I've never been called cool before.
Anyway, I had a sweet dream last night. I dreamed that I was friends with Clark Kent's grandson, and he was trying to convince me that he actually was. He was trying to run fast and jump high but he couldn't, and then at the pool he grabbed me and jumped really really high in the air, and these other people were jealous cuz this Clark Kent grandson was so hot. He was actually. Anyway, then for some insane reason I was on a roller coaster that went haywire and this plane was hovering beside us and we were trying to get into it, and I had on a wedding dress for some reason, and Clark Kent Grandson person picked me up and flew me to the plane. Sigh. I wish he were real...just kidding! Like, shut UP!!
Anyhoo, I must go and get dressed.
Oh yeah, if you are looking for a good book, get a book called Eragon by Christopher Paolini. He started writing it when he was fifteen and it was published by the time he was nineteen. I don't usually like hard core fantasy (as I call it) like Tad Williams or Terry Brooks or whatever that guy's name is, but this one is really good. It involves dragons and witches and evil kings and stuff like that. It is usually serious, but is peppered with just the right amount of humor.
So anyway, I've got to jet! Adios!