Way Too Many Ideas for My Brain to Handle
Monday, June 25, 2012
At a camp
It is lunchtime at my jazz camp. I stink at jazz. And I know nobody. Well, one person used to go to my school. I have 4 hours left and 48% battery, so I'll write more on a computer later.
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