Sunday Morning; 8:06
Alright, so it's finally the second week of the competition and I've been wanting to get some real strategy going. The hardest part about that though, is that we have yet to go through an elimination ceremony. So I don't know who to vote with. Maybe Gwen or Beth, but I'm not certain.
So far, I've been getting up every day at 8am. The best way for me to get the energy I need for challenges is with a good sleeping schedule. But your girl is finding it hard enough to do that when we have challenges like the Awakeathon. Poor Gwen, she's still knocked out in her bed.
I ran into Bridgette this morning when I went to the bathroom. She was actually really sweet to me and she said that my sleepwear was really sleek. Honestly, sometimes I wish to be on the other team. Losing streak or not, they're not as shady as this team. And when I say shady, I mean Heather.
Sunday Afternoon; 4:19
Breakfast was a whole show this morning. Apparently Harold snored all night and almost none of them got any sleep last night. I thought to myself that we had it in the bag… man was I wrong.
The challenge was a dodgeball game, and the rules were pretty easy. The highlight of my day was hitting Harold upside the back of the head with a ball. So I'm willing to say we're even at that.
We had a good run too, 2 to 0. But the Bass decided to wake Duncan up and that's when I knew we were screwed. They came back at us in one fell swoop. And Noah, who I thought I was cool with, turned out to be another rotten apple. That's what I'm saying when I say this team is shady. They have Bridgette, DJ, Katie and Sadie, and Tyler. They're pretty harmless people. But I have to keep watching over my back because you just can't trust no one here.
Noah was so lazy today and the boy didn't see anything wrong with it. So though I wanted to vote out Heather, I knew the others would probably target him out. Might as well help with numbers.
I'll probably go talk to Beth and see who she is voting out. At least I can trust her for the most part.
Sunday Night; 9:51
Just as I had hoped for, Noah's sarcastic scrawny little turkey self is out of here. Thank goodness! When I talked to Beth, she said she and a few others were going to vote him out and that was a-okay with me. And to quote Aretha Franklin, I told that boy to learn some respect. And I hope he takes that advice because the sooner, the better.
So yeah, today wasn't too difficult, but I know it can only get harder from here. Goodnight my loves, goodnight Camp Wawanakwa.
