I have waited untill the customary "12:00am" and have shamefully erased a half an hour's work of hilarious wording which you may never hear (maniacal laughter). So without the also customary "further ado" I shall commence with my anti-social addition to NBTSC's way-cool T.A.M. .........(long pause)....... THOUGHTS AFTER MIDNIGHT, MORON! I'll start out by notifying you that you may never again regain your self-confidence after reading the following words, no, paragraphs, well, uh howzabowt pages of continous dissing.

And now, the evening News: Tonight, boys and men alike have embarrassed themselves for life. A sudden rush of peer pressure made them act without cause or reason of any kind, and, well frankly dress like women (what a bunch of Idiots). Honestly, after ten minutes it's BORING AS HELL (don't, uh, ask me how I, uh, know, he he).

Well, it's time for that tradtion! Y'know what is of course. TAM! :) If you don't know what TAM stands for, your on the wrong page (or go find out what it stands for, and yet you'll still be on the wrong page!)! Anyway, continue if your interested in reading more strange (or not strange?) TAM!

Yo people, It's way after midnight!!! Anyway, in our little campfire tonight something kind of special came up!!! Earl, the woodcutter, killed Pan the goat god and was being sent straight to hell!!!!!! (Ya had ta be there.) Did you know the three fates are all younger than me? (16)

Hi Peeple wassup? It's Me again, "The Man" should be descriptive enough but for the MORONS it's Jordan again. And I am once again sleep-deprived and hyper as hell! Welcome to my nightmare!!

Well, to start, I would like to.... (correction) I AM GONNA Compliment you on you unbelivable OBESETY!! and of course, your ability to skrew up, no matter what you do. Your incredible talent with knives (nice gash!) The huge size of your belt, allowing you to open the refrigerator from the couch you can't get up from, plus you stink.

in the MEAN time, I am being harrassed by a group of mosh-pittists trying to force me off the computer. TO FUCKING BAD, y'all can suck each other's... uh.... toes? That's it for now thanks to (ahem) CERTAIN others.

UM... jordan... what the hell was THAT?? i mean, Iknow you're like all fucked up and everything, but....

ok. I'm here to tell you people a story. it's a really crappy story, but by now you're probably used to that and all. but anywho. here's my story.

tonite Jade was like asking people if they wanted to be in the pen-fifteen club, and I was like, "hells yea!" and she was like "ok", and I was like, "cool!" and so she wrote it on my hand. you know, "pen15". so, anywho, later on we had like a really bitchin' fort, with a pickandnick table, and it was really bitchin'. so we were sitting in our fort, and talking about how jason was like overdosing on vitamin C, with like a ton of oranges left from supper, and BABES! I asked for someone to get me a orange, cause I was getting hungry and I was in the middle of the fort (cause when I'm like freezing cold, all the guys just hop to whatever I want cause I'm just cool like that.)
;)Jordan HELLs yeah you are!!!(;
thanks, babe! anywho, on with my story. and so (you people have freezing cold hands! leave my skin alone! it might be soft, but you know, there's a limit to that kind of thing...) I asked somebody to get me a orange, and Jordan and taijha (EXCUSE ME... with a Capital "T"...) and they jumped up, cause I'm just cool that way, and raced over and around all the tables, and Jordan WON!!! and then we were like, "you got TWO oranges, and a PEN15!"

so. that's my story. read the disclaimers before you start in on like suing, or something like that.... ;-)

Okay, this is Marina, I'm going to say that right at the beginging so I don't forget, and i'm going to make this the longest sentence on the NBtSC TAM page, so i'm just going to ramble on until someone kicks me off, and i'll try not to swear because theres' already to much fucking swearing on this page, and i guess i'm a better typist than anyone hear, or maybe because no one is bothering me or hanging over my shoulder or putting their cold hands on my NECKor any thing like that, and i don't quite think this is the longest sentence, so i'll talk about what i did today, well, i did my third swing dance class this week, actually my second, i'm loosing count, it's two thirty, and anyway me and Noam were dancing, and we got all the basic mooves down pat, and talking about MOOves that brings up Bens cow, which of course isn't a real cow, it's kind of a beenee baby type thing, and i think that's enough.

So i was talking about swinging with Noam and we got all the basic things, so we tryed the lifts. And that was our first mistake. I kept dropping on my head halfway through the lift. So now i don't have anyting to say acept i'm not coing to let jordan kick me offfff, so FORGET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was going to say some thing important and life threataning but i forget. oh yeah, grace is going to have to close the camp down if anyone reads this, so GO AWAY!!!!!! Although if youv'e read this far there's not much that can be done to damage you furtehr. i just want you to know that we're not all sick people here, just the people that stay up til thrhee (i had to type that word(you know, theer) thrsse times before it \came out as good as it did) and wirte of the TAM page. it was the 97 TAM that really convinced me to coem, so COME! Alright, Jordan.

THis is marina again and there are two people after me to write, Noam and Laurie. Laurie is still among the sane (see above picture), and Noam only wrote last year, so their both bugging me to get off because i wrote yester day BUT I WILL NOT GIVE IN!!! Not for a few minutes, anyway. I wanted to say something, but i cant think of it. it was very spiritual and would change the tone of the hole page. So here's Noam, and yes i am going to type for you, wheather you like it our not. :P

Heyla, this is Laurie. Does anyone actually make it this far? I'd be surprised if they got past marina and Noam. I didn't even see Jordan's. Luckily. Things are suddenly getting quiet in here, nobody's spinning around anymore. We got 17 people on that queer orange couch. Hehehehehehehehe. It's getting late. Wow. Um......Shad is sipping his tea like it's really hot. Nick is shaking a notebook or something. Now he's lurching sleepily across the floor. Mario goes over and picks up 'the notebook'. Flipflipflip. Daniel comes over with a pitcher of hot water. Now Adriel has hot tea too. Is she sucking on the edge of her cup? I don't know what to write anymore. Noam is chuckling annoyingly in my ear. Everybody's getting tea now. Little Ben is singing along to Yellow Submarine. Now he's blowing on one of those didgeridoo. Why is everybody looking over my shoulder?
'cause that's how tired we are.
thanx SHad. Ahem. Noam says I've wasted 15 bytes. Go to sleep, Noam. And now he begs to differ. His pleas are unheard. Joe swaggers up to Mario, tucking his sweatshirt. Mario juggles a ball, they slap hands. Joe saunters off, perhaps to bed. Somebody is threatening to hit aMario with a didgeridoo. Mario bacxks off. Do you have a problem with my spellinmg, Shad? Knock it off, Noam, you blockhead. Marina giggles enthusiastically. Shad helps himself to some more tea. It's not yet Marina's turn. Too bad. Poor Marina. Laurie is such a hog. HEHEHEHEHEHe. Now everybody is standing in the way and I can't see what's going on around the room.
if you cant see, then maybe you wont write, and then i can :)
Get your fucking fingers off my keypad. Zack carefully pours himself a tea. Marina is getting affectionate over a bowling ball. Okay, okay, she's getting affectionate over PINKY . Sue me....here comes Benji. He spins around with his hands deep in his pockets. Ben wanders towards us, nodding to the music. Now he wanders back again, shakes out some balck shirt. Brushes off his sleeve. Flips it over a couple of times (the shirt). Took off his jacket and put the shirt on. Pulled the jacket on on top of the shirt, pulls at his pockets, adjusts his jeans. And then, finally, Laurie decides to perform an act of utter kindness and generousity (what the hell are you thanking me for, Marina?) and give the keyboard over to......

ME!!!! YES!!! THANK YOU SOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOS MUCH LAURIE!!!! I THINK ILK TIPE IN CAPTILS FOR A WHILE!!! NOAM, YOU ARE LIKE, SOOOOO STRANGE!!! THAT'S MY VALLY GIRL IMITATION!!! IT ISN'T THAT GOOD WHEN I DON'T ACTUALLY SAY IT!!! JUST F**K IFF\\\ AKK OF YOU!! I MEAN ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE BUGGING ME!! THANK YOU!! BAKC TO YOU LAURIE!!!

Ahem. dANIELLE and shomebody else dance and caper above beccca. ladeladela. Ben collapses.

laurie, your getting boring. i here by relegate you to the ranks of the sane. liven up!!

Why you sonofagoddamnfuckingbitch how dare you insult me you-no, you fucking sure as hell CAN"T write one more crappy little sentence. Ahem. Now, Becca-oh what the hell. I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams.

okay, that was better, but you ended being imeasurably pedestrian. i'm going to swing with NOam, and then i'll fall into bed in exaustion.

Well, it's me (Marina) again, and I'm feeling more awake than anyone has the right to be at this hour. It's the last day and everyone is having a major hug-fest. Taber worked out a way to do it faster than last year, but the part that took the longest was convincing everyone to litsten. Sheesh. I'm so sad. I wish camp would last forever. I'm going to miss everyone so much. My goal for this year is to become famous, and I really should become radically honest. NO! Sorry, inside joke. This is really much to serious. I'm sorry, but like I said, I'm more awake than anyone at this hour has the right to be. It's really too bad that only a few people write on this page. This is what the public (that's you) see, and you're only getting to know a fraction of the campers, and them (us) only when we're feeling brain damaged. Again, I'll apologise for being so serious. Either me or someone else will probably erase this eventually. I'd like to list a few of the people that are exceptionly noticable that haven't written:

Big Ben
Little Cutie Ben
Harmony
Rosie (who shaved her head(!))
Taihja (I'm not sure how to spell that)(he threw two lighters into the fire at the campout(the explosions were really cool!))
Shad
Adrielle
Avi
Casey
Smokey (a.k.a. Ryan)

There are zillions more, plus Laurie, Noam, Meagan, Jordan, Cory, and all those people who've written. I just can't remember anyone's name. The tables are all piled up at the side, so someone will probably eventually make a "bitchin' fort." I will name no names and maim mo maims. I LOVE EVERYONE!!!

Hey everyone, Noam here! I'm feeling sane and awake tonight (which is very strange, considering that I've been pretty sleep deprived for the last few dasy; I guess it's all the excitement). Wait, who said this page had to be crazy? As long as it's after midnight... Anyway, we just had a big group hugging session, and someone was juggling with those juggling sticks that have fire on one end. The grass caught on fire a few times :) I want to do more swing dancing, except no one else is at the moment, so we'll see. Some people are bowling human bowling pins down with pinky -- Corale was just bowled over (quite literally). I'm really sad to be leaving, although I don't think I could handle another week -- I'd be so sick (from not enough sleep :) by the end. Casey is making tea -- oops no tea bags left! Wow! How interesting! Well, here's some (serious) haiku I composed:

Seagulls call, wheeling,
on the gentle ocean breeze;
the sun starts to set.

The setting sun shines
on the still ocean surface;
the day is ending.

Footsteps sound, walking
down a quiet forest path --
in a city park.

And now the not so serious:

People are dancing;
why do they do this? Who knows.
I certainly don't.

Kumquats are green; Oh?
They must be bright; flourescent.
Makes no difference.

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Hi, me again, me marina, i'm goin to do a totally stupid rediculus and utterly idiotic and go to bed. isn't that stupid? i mean, it's only three, and i've only stayed up till two every night except the first, and then i stayed up till five. people are swinging now. i'm freezing, and everyone's falling asleep on the couchs. Irina and Garett fell asleep ontop of eachother hours ago. They look so funny. People have been getting everyone to sign their 'yearbooks,' 'books for the year.' teheheheee. that's me giggleing enthusiasticly. :P I haven't gotten only a few (well actaully half the camp) to sign. remind me to do that tomorrow. I have to pack tomorrow too, from like seven to eight, so i really should go to bed. Good bey! i love you all!!!!

Marina