jesus loves the little children of the world...

... which is good. because that makes ONE.

Actually, I think I'm going to be a camp counselor at Mount Hermon this summer, so yes I love them, too. Sometimes... they're just... ineffable. Let me illustrate:

Here I was, looking at over-priced sweatshirts in the bookstore. I was fortunate enough to witness the dialogue between a middle-aged dad and his nine or ten year old son.

Dad: "Who's number 23?"
Son: "some RETARD"

I really don't know what to say. I mean, what a witty way to end a conversation...? Who does this kid think he is? I don't know, it was somehow horrible and enchanting all at the same time.

In other news, I schooled my religion and Core 102 finals. awwww yeah. greek? well... whatever. unimportant!