Graveyard Shift

Sam is a security guard at Northland and at SeaWorld. He was on the midnight to 7am shift last night at church and invited me to come by and chill with him for a bit. At first I said no, because I have to be at camp by 8:30am, but then I thought about it and realized I could count on my hands the number of times I had hung out with people this summer -four of the ten times were working out with Paul. So I made some cinnamon rolls and brought them to Sam at midnight. I was in my PJs, but I knew that Sam wouldn't care.

Before I got there, there had been a "disturbance," so Sam called the cops. By the time the cop got there, we were both standing in the parking lot at midnight, me in my PJs and holding a Tupperware of cinnamon rolls. Oh well, haha. I'm sure it looked funny.

Anywho, after Sam scared away the water moccasin, he took me up on the catwalk in the auditorium and we explored up there for a while, then went out onto the roof of the sanctuary. It was really neat being up so high and being able to see the lights of Orlando to one side and the lights of Sanford to the other. We also took the really big truck out and tore up the grass in the field across the street (totally not supposed to drive the truck). It was so fun. I've never been off-roading or anything and didn't expect him to drive crazily, so I was caught off guard and had not put my seat belt on (I thought we were just going around the parking lot for a check). Sam just put his arm around me while he drove so that I didn't fly across the cab of the truck.

It was good night -even if I only got 4 hours of sleep and then had to go to camp. After camp today, I go to see Dawn (first time since two weeks ago and finding out about my dad, since she had to cancel last week) and then go to Carmen to get my hair highlighted, then home real quick to change for Sunglass Hut and then work from 4 until 9. Eh, only 3 more days. Gah, I am so close to Alex and feel like I am still a century away.