MY turn!

Onnnn another note..
I got a second job from 2-6 twice a week at a place that I have aLWAYS dreamed of working at... Its a paint your own pottery place.. BUT this one also has 2 pottery wheels that can be played with for a small fee per hour (though as a employee i get it free) AND make your own mosaics.

I also got my record player working.. so my nights off I jam to old LPs and records.. Beatles, Led Zepplin, Allman Brothers, Eric Clapton (Still can't get over that book i read about him and George Harrison and Pattie Boyd)

I still sleep on the papasan chair much to many peoples horror (IT MESSES UP YOUR BACK!) it is just so much more comfortable and convenient. I curl up in in it and let my music help me drift to sleep and my bed is WAY to large and lonely. I feel safe and comfy in my papasan chair DESPITE the fact that i continue to fall out (im not the most graceful or balanced person)

There is no way my OPPOSITE co-staff and i will be able to actually HANG OUT much... but we keep in contact every night.. our excuse is to keep up with the kids. but i know its more.. and sometimes i can tell he thinks it too.. since he DOES live right next to me.. on the long 3 days off i had i slipped in the back door and took his pillow to sleep with.. theres something comforting about sleeping with the smell of someone you miss.. (I didnt really have to sneak in, Zack (co-staff) was there..i just didnt care to talk to him about Broadway shows and how we were going to do this and that))

I also feel quite needy at times.. for people to talk to.. to hug.. to keep in contact with people.. Its not so bad when i'm here with the boys. They do their share of showering me with attention.. and the kids in the other groups too.. i seem to be a tad popular due to the fact i have been here 2 summers already and stories have been floating around about my "flower child"ness and care free and fun and spontaneity and relaxed way.. I guess..

One of the boys actualy called me a "flower child"
Other boys ask me if i smoke weed.
Other boys ask me other things.. which i ignore and if they keep it up then i inform them that they are here to learn about themselves not about me... but yet... I still have a hard time being serious and keeping a straight face... and it breaks my heart to dole out consequences for their actions. I always want to give them another chance.. but I'm doing it...

They also ask me about my accent and if i am from England.. or think i am from Canada due to the abOOT or :lets go OOTside:
One of the other boys has taken to staring at my eyes and being amazed at how they change colors.. now all the kids keep up with the color of my eyes...